The fog like a vampire
Slinks back into darkness
Turns invisible
Seared until just a memory by
The hot photons of the morning sun
Lingering through the day
Unseen but there still
Waiting for the cold dark of night
To slip though the trees and streets
Like a gray cat creeping
Its silent way back into my windows
Hiding the world in dewy gray
The sun hidden in its dark hood
The fog reigns again
Until chased from the sky
By the barking dog sun