{Magic Lives in the Forest}

In an afternoon of howling fury,

Our madness runs wild

The gloss of our furry coats glistens with vehemence

As we float through the forest’s underbelly.

In a fuzzy haze,

We race off the trail leaving only the trace

Of our bodies’ fragrant embrace

And the summer sound

Of lovers’ laughter.

Colorado

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