This poem is a true event that occurred one morning when I was riding my mountain bike through the bush on the way to work. I have provided some hyperlinks along the way to help with some of the Aussie fauna. Enjoy!
Tyres grate the tiresome damp sand
The morning chill lost as planned
With cockatoos patrolling the skies
And surveyed by kangaroo eyes
I approach the forgotten fence,
Wires dance to a false pretense
With a chorus of twenty-eights
Yet leaves idle, the wind awaits
So curiously I follow the fence line
Unsure of the origin of a dance divine
Seeking the cause, with no song
What I found did not belong
Entangled in wires, a wild sense
Snared by a forgotten fence.
Legs trapped and lamed,
No hand should have tamed
A baby roo separated, from
Family and natures strum.
I approach but only fuel,
So a gentle hand to cool
Comfort the lost child as I
Unwind legs, blood run dry.
Freed from a forgotten fence
It falls, the pain too intense
A warm embrace, as if my child
Within arms kicking wild.
Transgress sodden spears of grass,
Sanctuary lies over the creek pass
Shoes drowned and breath crisp,
Death lies latent in the wisp.
A fatal strike only their defense
Hidden near the forgotten fence
Fate warns me of danger afoot
Peering through, dark as soot,
A tigerish snake lie in my stride
With a strike I could have died
My saviour the frigid morn’
Or rewards for a deed borne
A delivery from a forgotten fence
To crown the series of events
The bush silent, gazes upon us
A wide berth I permit, no fuss.
I walk past death, serenely coiled,
Thankful my pants aren’t soiled
Past the serpentine suspense
I leave the forgotten fence.
The creek runs across my path
I slip in, darn kooka’s laugh
Safely on the other side
No grass for tigers to hide
The emus stare at our plight
A road lies now within sight
Farewell the forgotten fence,
I remember from whence.
In safe arms the roo I place
Then off to work I must race.