This poem is about the Winchcombe Meteorite. By astonishing coincidence, the meteorite landed on the driveway of family friends, who own three guinea pigs. Here Moppet recounts the tale:

Moppet's meteorite

It was cold. It was dark. We were grateful for hay,
  we being Portia and Parsnip and me.
We were singing and snoozing and feeling quite gay;
  we'd had cabbage and carrots for tea.

Parsnip said she was thirsty and moved from the bed
  to the diner, to have a quick drink;
but she rushed back, her tufts raised. 'What is it?' I said.
  'I don't know, Mop! Come, let's sit and think!'

So we all ambled out and sat still for a time,
  ears and noses a-twitching a lot.
We heard whistles and rumbles and some sort of chime
  and the air felt remarkably hot.

'Something's falling!' breathed Portia, her eyes very wide,
  and we heard a sharp thud not far off,
then a human, perhaps. Parsnip said, 'Time to hide!'
  No one came, though; we just heard a cough.

We continued to sing and to snooze through the night
  and through dawn, 'til we heard a big noise!
Human voices, so many, they gave us a fright.
  Even Portia could not keep her poise.

Breakfast came; it was carrots and cabbage again.
  We were puzzled; it's normally weeds.
But we ate all our veggies and made a nice den
  in our hay, which was sweet, with no seeds.

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Written on 2021-06-06 at 17:29

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Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Coo and Co,

I very much enjoyed Moppet's take on things astronomical.

Your friends are to be congratulated on their donation of the meteorite fragments to the Natural History Museum. Some historical finds have been sold by their 'owners' for large sums.

I believe there are people who are dedicated meteorite hunters and so wouldn't be surprised if Winchcombe had more visitors than usual this summer - perhaps we should call them 'Winchcombers?


Michael R. Burch The PoetBay support member heart!
I second the "nicely done" and will add a "very."

I find hints of Edward Lear and Winnie the Pooh. The really good stuff. I once wrote a poem about how a guinea pig proved that love is everlasting. We humans have a lot of catching up to do!

I like the story in it, the conversation that goes among Portia, Parsnip, and Moppet, cabbage and carrots for breakfast, as well as the falling of the meteorite. Nicely done, Coo & Co.