I am on a Diet But the Lion is Not

So there will be no "chocolate" haiku post from me. I really tried to come up with something clever, witty and worth reading. It just wasn't going to happen. This week's theme, for some reason, was not motivating me. And I LOVE chocolate! Go figure.

Instead, I will give you another glimpse into the dream world of 5th Sister. The following is my dream from last night.

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It was that lion. He had a wild streak but maintained control of his animal instincts under the watchful eye of the trainer. We set aside our fears as long as his handler was near.


One day the trainer did not show up. The lion, not having guidance, grew antsy and began to show his natural, predatory tendencies. He was used to being fed, being cared for. However, now that his caretaker was gone, he needed to fend for himself. The lion struggled with his beastly side but it was a losing battle especially as one day turned into three.


That is when the hunt began. He was the hunter and I became the prey. Why wasn't anyone feeding this beast? I did my best to out maneuver him to no avail. I even attempted to obtain fresh meat to satiate his appetite. Nothing I tried worked now that the hunt was on. The last thing I remember was the searing pain of torn flesh upon my back.


What happened to the lion? I do not know. My back now bares the scars of the unremembered battle. How I survived remains a mystery.