Amongst the clover

Here you lie,

Upon the grass,

Clover disguising your fragile body.

Far away from your nest and kin,

How did you get here?

 

Ruining your innocence

Ruining mine

Comes the wheel - 

A push mower, something

Insignificant

Annoying

A chore

But to you, a

Death machine.

 

You must have been lost

Among plants too tall for you,

A forest too vast

To me, overgrown grass.

It can't have hurt terribly,

You survived,

But you'd never felt anything like that -

The pain

Of seeing you lying amongst the clover,

Squeaking,

Breathing, yes,

But in obvious discomfort.

 

Oh, how I wanted to help you.

Oh, how I wished I hadn't hurt you.

Oh, the cruelty of the universe -

Spoiling the golden, pure life 

Of tiny creatures in the clover

Searching, perhaps, for food

Or Mom

Or seeking the familiarity of the nest,

Where your brothers and sisters

Rest peacefully.

 

I hope

You survive.

I hope

You are okay

And nature lets you off,

With a mere warning -

Trauma, possibly,

But I hope

You're okay.

I hope mother nature

Takes care of the creatures in the clover;

So tiny, so small

Interfered with by us,

When our lives crossed by fate -

I hope mother nature

Watches out for you,

Little one.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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