Dust Bunny
Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit under there; to feel the pull of the suction
on your ever growing, furry back side.
Lucky for you I let you slide and continue to hide until
I get renewed and my human energy becomes alive
to resume the chase, and ultimate capture of one so sly...
So I say to you little dust bunny stay there while you may.
But there might be worse things under that sofa or do you care?
Lucky for you I dislike moving that sofa and peering at what
is left there.
But what is left there might be your own personal house of horrors.
You might have had a better end if you had let me catch you, to put
you in a trash bag for the garbage truck to take you away into
a place where you could possibly escape to a dust bunny haven where
you could spend all your days making friends with the other dust bunnies.
Then you could play and play all of your remaining days.
S.E. Clark
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2015
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