Today there was really really thick fog. We went across the street and Daddy went exploring with me!  We got lost a little. But we found our way back.  I like the fog.

Momma found this poem for me 🙂  I changed it a little.

Fog
by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little tiger* feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

*Momma said that I need to let you know it is really “little cat feet.”