time has come, as evening settles her blue shadowed
veils around the temple. The scents and sounds
of the coming night drift on the warm night
The smell of myrrh mixes with the scent of the
Niles black earth, the distant sounds of people
and the calling of night birds and frogs from
the lotus pond are a soothing hum.
I rise and stretch in the fading light, muscles
sleek and sinuous, eyes glowing like amber fire.
I enter the temple hall where servants are lighting
the rush lights, they bow as I silently pad
From the temple, there are voices raised in
song and the sound of sistrums, a tribute to
the living goddess. I consider joining them
but the night beckons, like a seductive lover
that I cannot resist.
As I emerge from the temple, I am greeted by
the small wildcats that are my children and
the scent of lotus flowers. Together we fade
into the cloak of night.
It is my time.
© LBolotin / CatSister 2005