Over the Back Fence


over the back fence
winter sun
is diminishing

into late afternoon
golds and dark
shady browns.

kids cheer
a backyard
cricket score

as i crawl
through barbed
wiry boundaries

into someone’s
horse paddock.
‘i don’t know

how friendly
that horse is’
calls my brother

above the end
of day birds
while a scruffy

little horse
greets me
until the fenceline.

the back gate
has locked in
the new puppy

and now declan
looks at me
grinning through

the cracks
pretending he
can’t hear

me calling
the little one

to let her
her aunt
back inside.

© 2016 Melinda Irvine