The Fog

fog logs widely slowly on the air on the bier touches cat feet hugs ram soft fleece the ship lively move harbor greets as grove whistle comes in dozy fog smoke covers noisy a cup of tea on port gate barking in cold dog afraid no snow but the sun feels winter cubic fog send ray to vintner paths produces a lot of paths to walk but untouched all look like great in dark fog comes and rubs out my sight near and far lose all to catch up in ghostly smoke bar -January 21, 2019 Chattogram