Uninvited Things

I think this is my third rhino poem. He is such a subtle character. I'm publishing every two weeks, giving me more time to get my next book of poetry ready. It's close to done. Happy Valentine's Day

                   
                   Uninvited Things

              A rhino has rearranged
        the furniture unconventionally.
        I had never imagined the sofa
                  could fit there and
                the kitchen table too.
        Some dust has been revealed.

          The sink is no proper place
     for my grandmother’s fine china,
             at least not while still in
 the lovely, mahogany Victorian hutch,
              which sat on the dust.
           It is the kind of renovation
             devoutly to be avoided,
         entirely undesirable and yet,
              thus far, unstoppable.

       When will the handlers arrive?
  Surely they must know he has gone
         missing from his paddock
        and not mistaken for a gnu?

           He is an agent of change.
           I did not want for any but
                  that is the nature
                 of uninvited things.