Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

        rolling thunder
        misty fronds
        garden paradise
       

        The fog rolls in on little cat feet,
        as i'm frying up a batch of fern fronds.
        Out my window sits the harbor...
        paradise.
       

partially stolen from:

    Fog   -   Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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