Mystery Visitor

Hmmm, a mystery visitor...

I went away,

but for an hour

While gone to foray

for canning power.

Upon return I

looked down to see

that someone had been

to visit me.

Settled on

my little chair

sat a bag 

to cool my fare.

with plates and forks,

napkins and knives.

Even some Vex

for party to en-live.

Alas, no note;

No scribbled scribe

for me to know

whose thanks I describe.

So cheers to you

my mystery friend

A picnicing we'll go and

your presence heart lend.

thank you stranger