yellow smoke

The Yellow Fog that rubs its back uopn the window panes,
The yellow smog that rubs its muzzle on the window panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let Fall upon its back the soot that falls from the chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft october night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
- T S Eliot, Love song of J Alfred Prufrock -