Life arrives on little cat's feet.
The yacht drifted in on the fog.
This was written in a blog.
The fog lifted when they were out at sea.
The sun did not solve the mystery.
Memories anchored in the fog.
A few lines written in a log.
Spent the night in pringle harbour.
Wrapped in nature's pure white arbour.
One lone light above the fog.
A few hours talking over grog.
Moments hidden in the mists of time.
Awakened by a simple rhyme.