Two Dormice

On a cold, dark, late April morning beneath white, frosty blades of grass and lacy labyrinth spider webs I found two dormice, frozen in a bottle. Eyes closed, tiny hands in prayer-like pose furry tails wrapped around in last embrace. It's easy to imagine the two together seeking warmth and comfort there. Or, after climbing in, they could not escape; find their usual warm, soft nest ride out this unexpected April frost, and find a little treacle well.