Fog
It's mysterious, unpredictable, and a little scary. It can come out of nowhere and drop right on your head without much of a warning. And then, like a kitty, it moves on leaving us kind of in awe a...
Cat
Fogs and cats are one and the same in this poem. They're fused into one solid metaphor right from the beginning. First the fog approaches "on little cat feet" and then sits on "silent haunches" bef...
Movement Imagery
Just like the fog, the feeling of movement is present throughout the poem. Sometimes it pauses ("it sits looking"), but there's always a constant progression occurring in terms of the fog's presenc...