Dust Bunnies

Who are those dust bunnies
that always stop by
every time I turn around
they seem to multiply.

What creatures of endurance
persistence is their name
hiding under beds
their real claim to fame.

You chase them, you grab them
you shoo them outside,
you turn around
and they’ve not complied.

How do they do that
those innocent creatures
that invade every home,
become the main features.

Let them live quiely
under your bed,
maybe the’ll go away if they’re not fed.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000