Smaller than a bunny rabbit, and larger
than a mouse;
Once you bring them through the door,
they take over your whole house.
Litter here, and parsley there, and
romaine for good measure;
Suddenly you are a slave, and the
critter is a treasure.
They won't be shy in telling you what is
right and what is wrong,
so if you start out ignorant, you won't
stay that way too long.
Grumbles, weeps and high-pitched whines
will get you right on track,
and once they make themselves at home,
there's no turning back.
They'll tell you just how hard life is,
as they sit upon your chest,
and they don't want to hear your side,
or how you've done your best.
They'll fill your ear with wheeks about
their misery and abuses,
while scolding you for being slow, and
having too many excuses.
A wheeking noise will rouse you in the
early morning hours,
and you'll stumble over to the cage, to
the furry thing with powers
like royalty, who summons up a tasty
breakfast treat,
and happily munches it, as you try to go
back to sleep.
Causing them to miss a meal is really a
big error,
'cause when you open up the door you
find, they've been a terror;
the litter scattered on your floor is
from several well-placed kicks,
the likes of which are coveted in
college football picks.
Their taste for food is quite unique,
and causes you to guess
If maybe, they want more of this one,
and the other a little less.
A favorite food on Monday may not last
another day,
and suddenly they turn up their nose and
promptly walk away.
When out of their cage, they'll soon
explore the world beneath your feet,
and a frantic search will find them
munching on any handy treat,
like table legs and fluffy fringes;
their taste is quite diverse
and they continue with unswerving effort
that's enough to make you curse.
They're known to celebrate their
happiness with a hearty popcorn jump,
and they eat their food with gusto,
becoming somewhat plump.
With a casual flair, they'll litter your
lap with more than one brown pellet.
And you know you'd be a millionaire, if
only you could sell it.
Why do we bow to their every whim, and
let them rule the place?
The answer there cannot be told - is it
in their soft sweet face?
Or those dark bright eyes that
mischievously peer from beneath their
hideaway cover?
Or perhaps when we hear their loving
purr - We just know that we want no
other.
How little we know when they first come
to us, just how our world will change;
suddenly our life's not our own, and
they've caused us to rearrange
our daily habits to accommodate theirs,
yet it seems a small price to pay
to be blessed to be the caretakers of
the guinea pigs who come to stay.
By Jean (from
http://www.caviesgalore.com/stories/odetopiggies/ )
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This
is
(2010-2011)
one of
my
guineapigs
and she
is young
and
curious
and
almost
always
first my
the
green
food.
She
makes me
smile a
lot.
