Twas December the 10th
And all through the coop
The fowl were locked up
All but this troop

70 degrees in December
Is a priceless gift but
The guinea house door
Had somewhat blown shut

While the Hatchlings ate mango
And asked for dessert
I stood at the laptop
Pretending to work

When out on the deck
There arose such a clatter
I sprang to the door
To see what was the matter

When what to my wondering
Eyes did appear
A guinea tried to roost in this tree
I’ve pictured him here