The temperature is cool.
There is dew on the grass.
There they are.
Tucked underneath the raspberry leaves.
They are asleep. It is too early.
Even for them.
I try not to wake them
As I pick my morning breakfast.
They do not move.
Even as I lift the canes.
They huddle together. Waiting.
For the warmth of the sun.
I find comfort in these friends.
Unexpected companions in my quiet.
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