The Lion Tamer

(This started in haiku form but it didn't want to stay there)

Sated, she washes

and waits, till lusting for flesh
she ambushes me.

I creep, like a fly
with plucked wings, to the shelter
of the Lion Tamer.

Another resolution chomped to bits!
I've used every formula I know

to keep that lion from getting me.

My knees are buckling
my arms are shaking
I'm gasping like a fish on dry land,
Mr. Lion Tamer, I quit!

How can He smile, even chuckle?
And that tree limb is talking!
"Do you see me turning

four shades of purple

trying to make a cherry

or a mulberry?

Or twisting till I'm nearly broken
trying to stay attached to the tree?
I just soak up the sun
and hang out with the tree
and fruit happens."

                                                   
Mr. Lion Tamer,
that sounds too easy.

Yep, My yoke is easy
and My burden is light.