
The Mountain Mist is dangerous,
with spiky fins and rugged peaks of flesh
it sits atop the lakes and rocks,
partially transparent.
And from this vantage point,
spits hot water droplets east and west,
tail swirling in suspense.
With movements acrobatic,
it swings from peak to valley
puffing steam adiabatic
to hug the morning skyline
like a fur-warmed neck.
And while Mountain Mist may be gruff and
lack the armor of the its larger cousins,
in its presence, you’d do best to watch your step—
or find yourself with loss of precious grip.
©2024 | K.Hartless
Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Legendary Creatures





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