Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Urgent Urge

Two spotted owls sat on a limb.
He was coming on strong to her.
She was not in the mood for him.
Would or would not romance occur?
He threw his lines in hooting bliss.
The moon was full over the lake.
He got no further than a kiss;
Her excuse, "I've got a headache."
He persisted, this horny owl,
To have his way with her in bed.
Not ready to throw in the towel,
He put his wise look on, and said,

"An endangered species - that's us."
"We're duty bound to foreplay - plus."