April is Poetry Month, so I thought to share a thoughtful poem with you all before we run out of April. Enjoy, and be kind.
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.
by Philip
Larkin, from the book Because a Fire was in My Head, edited by Michael
Morpurgo