Guinea Fowl

They arrived last evening, 
Nonchalantly walking along the verge, 
Bobbing red heads held high
Owning the road,
So passers by stopped and asked if they were ours-
A pair with 
Quirky gait 
And funny call (not the passers by)
Of ‘Chi Chi Chi,’
And ‘Come back here;’ 
I’ve never cared to look at 
guinea fowl before- 
They made me smile,
More suited to wide African  Savannah plain not tarmac road,
And Devon rain,
Large and strident;
So different from my domestic fowl 
They made no move to go
Except to be shooed away from 
A passing  car;
Later I went out to see-
Soft was their chatter
Back again,
High up in our trees;
Independent  they seemed,
Confident these
Uninvited guests;
Strangely I don’t think they 
Are suited to stay-
Perhaps they’ve moved on  by now.