A day maybe three
I was away
The dishes
They lay on my cabinet
Unwashed though they were
I, the owner
would later arrive
To find that my dishes
Had brought home some
Strangers
I am a dutiful man
The dishes are now clean
But still the strangers
Have not gone home
even though to my knowledge
The feast ended yesterday
I am pestered
I am bothered by them
They have a lot of demands
I believe
I have told them
To go away
Instead families have been raised
I feel no more
The owner
I might be trespassing.