The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
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. ~ © 1979, Philip Larkin