Socked in

The fog comes in
on little cat feet,
lies down,
curls up,
and settles in
for a long
lazy
nap.

The sun comes in,
trips over the fog,
mutters "Outta my way!"
and stands
glaring.

The fog looks up
with sleepy eyes,
blinks,
yawns,
stretches,
rolls over,
and curls up
for a long
long
lazy
nap.