Revenge of the Dust Bunny

It's hard for me to
clean my place,
dust bunnies come
from hidden space.

They land in spots
that are not seen,
those balls of dust
are looking mean.

With battle duster
in a shaky hand,
Underneath the bed
they take a stand.

They seem to hop
thick in one spot,
In my old shoes
they have been caught.

I step back quick
in a fearful huff,
"Is there something
in that ball of fluff?"

"Is it safe to clean
when chased away?"
Underneath my bed
dust bunnies play.

The darkness haunt,
the dust take aim,
A black spider stand,
acts as a flame.

Burnt by the fear
of one that crawl,
I jump with an itch,
run down the hall.

A feather duster
could win this fight,
If the cockroach
were out of sight.

An army of fluff
layers the ground,
A carpet creature
that makes no sound.

It sticks to my duster
and holds on tight,
I swing it back
with all my might.

Throw it forward
with little chance,
The ball has freed
little red ants.

I get the broom
sweep up a storm,
The dust now fly
and a cloud form.

One big sneeze,
dust fills the air,
The mess is great
that shapes my hair.

I shake my foot,
pull off my shoe,
The old hand duster
just will not do.

I hit the ground
with extreme force
Hurt my wrist
and hand of course.

Dust bunnies fly
from here to there,
A mist of dirt
that I now wear.

Armed with water,
no way to tell,
Slipped on plastic
and down I fell.

I lay worn out
from such a fight,
Slept on the floor
that very night.

The dust settles,
peace on the floor,
My battle duster
will fight no more.