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