Sprang

Spring leaps from behind bushes, barrels into brains
Bringing brawn and beauty bounding, bouncing,
Bouyant on pheromonal breezes;
The breeding season builds momentum.
Baby buds bloom in bellies,
Blossoming like bursts of buttery popcorn.
Bellows, bleats, bawls, and bwahhs, blast the air.
Sleep becomes beyond reality.
Breeding is immortality.