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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.
Copyright ©
Terry Miller
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