Zen and the Art of Lawnmowing

The next door’s cat supervised
the straightness of his striping
and as he pushed he realised
his thoughts were all alighting
he and his machine were one
and troubles slipped away
he closed his eyes and dreamed along
he failed to see the fray
in the cable he had not renewed
for a year or so or more
and combined with the morning dew
it had a shock in store
he pushed still in his reverie
his deep thoughts all elsewhere
he did not hear the bang, and he
was blown up in the air
So my friends please heed my tale
and note its observation
however calming things may seem
use just a little concentration.