Friday, June 17, 2016

The Mower

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

-- Philip Larkin


Rafe's Hotel said...

This may be what I hate most about life: the unintended casual brutality. Thank you for beautiful/dead accurate expression of it.

k said...

I do think dear Miss Whistle that kindness and bravery are two things about you that make you such a dear "virtual" pal.