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“The fog comes,
On little cat feet,
And sits on silent haunches,
And then, it moves on.”

Carl Sandburg


Music: Magical Travels



Something about the fog
Has always captivated me
And when it decides to visit
I find myself among the trees

The fog-filled forest is fast asleep
There is not one other soul around
The silence now is quite mesmerizing
A most mystical place, with no sound

Even my dogs seem to sense the wonder
As they accompany me through the wood
In our modern world, which is abysmally loud
This foggy silence seems so serene and good

The only sound that my dogs and I can hear as we walk
Is the crunch of the familiar forest trail beneath our feet
Yet, we know, that all around, are many forest dwellers
With each step forward, we wonder who we might meet

And quite often, as we wander through these silent trees
A distant twig snaps, causing all of us, to stop and stare
And although I cannot see very far, out here, in all this fog
I always wonder, if my dogs can sense, who or what is there

When we eventually tire on our foggy wood trek and stop to rest
We sit and listen to the eerie silence this fog-filled morning brings
For me, it’s a relaxing break from our far too hectic modern world
And almost always, as the fog begins to lift, the birds begin to sing


Something about the fog,
Has always captivated me;
And when it decides to visit,
I find myself, among the trees.


©Spring 2013, Mr. Ed