Dust Bunnies
Hiding 'neath the bed
behind the couch
crouching in the corner.
I struggle daily without rest
At me, you jest.
I fight with the broom
I struggle with the vacuum
Despite my efforts
daily, you multiply.
If I were to stop would you become
a giant beast all covered with hair
Out of the shadows you would creep
waiting to leap
so I continue, this battle I keep.
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