Ruth1
Adult Guinea Pig
Ode to My Guineapigs
From the depths of hiding places here they come.
Little upturned faces glare, earnest and solemn.
Impatiently they vocalise the urgency of the situation,
“Feed us Hoomin! Why you keep us waitin?”
They stand their ground, bombarding with demands.
Little furry ‘bosses’ wheeking for provisions from my hands.
Fearless. Indignant. Assuming control.
Squeaking orders to, “Hurry up! Get a move on!”
Whatever I provide never seems, to them, enough,
And as I stand , amused and lovingly watch ,
This little, helpless pair, reliant on my care. Completely at my mercy,
Their bold attempts to boss me around,
I think to myself….
How could I, a small, created being,
Stand and shake my fists at God?
From the depths of hiding places here they come.
Little upturned faces glare, earnest and solemn.
Impatiently they vocalise the urgency of the situation,
“Feed us Hoomin! Why you keep us waitin?”
They stand their ground, bombarding with demands.
Little furry ‘bosses’ wheeking for provisions from my hands.
Fearless. Indignant. Assuming control.
Squeaking orders to, “Hurry up! Get a move on!”
Whatever I provide never seems, to them, enough,
And as I stand , amused and lovingly watch ,
This little, helpless pair, reliant on my care. Completely at my mercy,
Their bold attempts to boss me around,
I think to myself….
How could I, a small, created being,
Stand and shake my fists at God?
