On hospitality

Posted: June 29, 2014 in Poetry

da-dinner-table2At your table I had spent some time,
Hoping for a snack, nothing prime.
The four of you were seated all around,
Before each, a feedbag could be found.

An hour, I sat there patiently
watching the mules feed delightedly
While your guest sat idly with an empty space
Nary a concern found on your face.

No one was seeking five-star rights,
But we sat in darkness, turn on the light!
As I have been treated in your kind abode,
May the devil treat you on the open road.

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