The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found <br />A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, <br />Killed. It had been in the long grass. <br /> <br />I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. <br />Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world <br />Unmendably. Burial was no help: <br /> <br />Next morning I got up and it did not. <br />The first day after a death, the new absence <br />Is always the same; we should be careful <br /> <br />Of each other, we should be kind <br />While there is still time.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mower/
