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