The garter snakes will return soon
to bask in the sun,
curled in the new grass.
The dogs are puzzled by
these reptilian creatures;
the serpents smell strange,
move in unmammalian ways.
So I protect the snakes,
shooing the dogs away,
allowing cold blood to warm
as they doze silently.
My blood warms too
in the spring.
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