The Hedgehog's Funeral
the funeral of the hedgehog
stretched over the pyre
over the burning fire
and
the squirrel, the mouse,
the cat, the dog bearers were
amidst a line of other
hedgehogs passed:
and it was night for
that was the time fixed for the funeral:
and high above stretched still and
tall the oaks, the elms, the firs,
silent the moon, silent the wild stars,
yet all pitying and sad:
away with Dawn, all declination
now,
no looking forth, no freshness needed,
no, no Dawn:
the funeral of the hedgehog
stretched over the pyre
over the burning fire
the night
this night
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Great poem. I don't even know what about it I liked. Many of the sentences do not appear impressive to me, and yet the whole piece fit well together as a whole. I really enjoyed this poem, please read some of mine!