It’s the mating season, and everybody’s doin it. Squirrels, birds, bees, even educated fleas do it, to quote Cole Porter…
let’s do it…let’s fall in love.
I could have sworn I saw two raccoons holding hands, turning out to be twins toddling in mini track suits. A trip to the eye doctor is definitely in order, but even a coupl’a kids that small had a whiff of spring fever between them.
Teens, hot to trot, strolling in our midst…wooing…canoodling…girls with legs like ladders smooching boys in tights T’s showing off sculpted arms.
I remember being a lusty girl like that, in a short, pretty dress, galloping like a filly turning every head on the farm…sigh
Like anything old, there are remnants to be had, so I may just take a little stroll myself, over to the Carlyle sometime soon. After all, if squirrels do it, bees and educated fleas do it…what the hell.