Torpors
I awaken to the pitchy darkness covering my face
and I roll over to dig through the nightless dark.
I peep out hoping to find the warm sun; I sigh
and scurry back to the warmth of my bed
amongst the nuts and seeds we stored
and snuggle with brother and sister.
Tomorrow, I will try again.
I know it will come.
Just not when.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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