As I walk
Through
Powder-like snow
In cold
Central Park,
I spy atop
This tall denuded tree,
Two raccoons
Making out
In frenzied ecstasy
Seemingly oblivious
To the forces
of Newtonian gravity
Betting on
Pure lust
As their secret amulet
Against
A hefty fall
© 2016
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Wonderful detail of two raccoons, enjoyed this poem of nature in love.10 Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn