The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.
The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.
Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.
With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end
and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.
But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.