The goats wouldn’t object if I removed the barriers to what I like to think of as my part of the garden.

In the meantime, in order to eat the blackcurrant and redcurrant bushes,

Misty has to proceed like this:

Apparently it’s worth any amount of discomfort,

even dragging your two stomachs over;

your weight pressing them into the wire when they’re already as taut as water balloons.

Gazing at them over the fence, day after day, currant bushes

could easily become an obsession.