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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
running
to let her
her aunt
back inside.
© 2016 Melinda Irvine
