Lust of Spring

Howling hounds inhabit my heart,
in the winter they whimper and bemoan their slumber,
but with the thaw, they shake off their lethargy -
to frenzy and fantasize about friends and foes;

it is hotter in spring than the summer in my thoughts:
with that wave of hope stirring up sparks of fancy,
igniting a lustful sordid blaze that stirs the soul to action,
"Chase!" "Pounce!" "Roll About!" and "Mate!" howls the beasts.