My Guinea Pigs

Storm grouches, snowflake scampers,
Mist teases the others till they squeal back.

Personable, ineffable,
Forever themselves,

Sometimes exploring, curious and free,
Sometimes fighting, vicious to a tee.

Clover and kale, apple and rosehip,
They love their treats, veggies and fruit.

Chirping and bubbling,
Creating their own symphony,

Their voices strident,
They gossip like pups.

Each works to their personal goal
To eat, to win, to be loved.

Small rosebud noses sneezing gently,
Bright eyes like berries.

Jumping so inelegantly,
Playing trains so happily,

They have stumbled their way to my heart
And I shall never let them go.