Despite springtime’s associations of life, hope and rebirth, it’s a sad time of year for gloves: with Winter behind us, many are left abandoned in the street, often separated from their loved ones and unable to find their way home.
Some try to creep into doorways for shelter.
Others perch on window sills, wistfully watching their more fortunate relatives. While we know they will never again be allowed to cross into indoor warmth and comfort, it seems unlikely that they realise they will soon be chased away.
A very few are lucky enough to remain with their partners and attempt to set up home together in unnatural habitats.
Yet others gather twigs and debris and attempt to build nests.
Perhaps even mismatched couples can share such endeavours and find brief happiness together.
A few let themselves go completely, adapting so well to their new environment that they blend in almost unnoticed.
Others give up all hope and hang themselves on park railings or drown themselves in puddles.
Spare a thought for these poor creatures and do not reject them when they stretch out their hands to you for help.
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