Mountain God

MOUNTAIN GOD As sunset bled in crimson hues, A storm descended, fierce and new. I hurried through the cold, wet air, Seeking shelter anywhere. Beneath the banyan's ancient sweep, A temple stood, its silence deep. The roof leaked through, the walls decayed, But safer here than in the fray. The winds howled loud, the rain did pound, I huddled close on sacred ground. The storm raged on, the night was long, But in this ruin, I felt strong. When morning light began to rise, I opened up my weary eyes— A figure stood, both close and bright, With cat-like ears tipped in dawn’s light. His gaze was calm, his face unreal, A quiet warmth I couldn’t feel. A sight so strange, yet oddly near, This gentle soul with pointed ears. I lay there still, my breath held tight, Caught in wonder, caught in fright. What magic stirred, what dream had spun, To bring him here with morning’s sun?