sacrilege

Last night I arrived at the conclusion that Carl Sandburg probably never owned a couple of cats. If he'd ever been run over by two cats chasing each other, he would've equated little cat feet with jackhammers, and I have yet to see fog come in like a jackhammer. Even when it drops on you all of a sudden, it's not all that hard.

Well, I was amused, anyway. (And I do like Carl Sandburg's poetry, but that particular poem has been done to death.)