A Lion in my backyard

For thirty five years I have tried to tame the lion in my back yard, but I have decided to relax and enjoy its wildness.

Your wildness is something else - 
it is prickly like brambles 
reaching out with thorn like claws.
It is tangled like bindweed, wrapping and smothering.
And when the ground is parched dry,
and gaping open to drink the rain that doesn't come,
you limply wait and wilt.
In the Springtime, when the days lengthen 
and the air warms,
you shake your mane and for a while
you are perfection.
For all the time I've taken to make you mine,
and for all the changes I have wrought,
I wouldn't trade you for a feline friend
with preened fur and clean habits.
I'd rather have a lion in my backyard.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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