Saturday, September 8

This made me cry ...

... The Mower - Philip Larkin
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.
Thanks to ... & Mr Larkin too, obviously.
The very thought of running over a wee hedgehog got the old water works going - which is a good thing,
I thought I had
A blocked tear-duct.
Turns out not.
Just a sore eye.

6 comments:

e said...

Me too...sniff.

cookiecrumb said...

Sad, sad poem.
Happy, happy duct.
Eye got better.
Hedgehog got fucked.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Oh Cookie, you've made me larf out loud, snort coffee and frighten a kitten :0

cookiecrumb said...

I've been hovering to see when you would read my comment.
Pretty darn proud of myself, yep. :D

Ms Brown Mouse said...

to rhyme duct with fucked - pure genius Ms Crumb!

Zoomie said...

That Cookiecrumb, not only a genius but _cheeky_, too!