The Mother Of All Dust Bunnies

I really had no notion that I’d need a magic potion
When the bed began to shake and make terrific motion.
As you can imagine, it was much to my surprise,
When underneath the mattress I saw two big beady eyes.

Bolting straight upright like a thief caught in the light,
I scrambled for a weapon; There was sure to be a fight.
Grabbing hold a heavy book I cautioned yet another look
And again the bed it shook; from my chest my breath it took.

Suddenly, wailing broke, the eardrums of this frightened bloke
And my sheets became quite soaked; I knew this was no joke.
Realizing it was my scream and that this was no bad dream,
I gathered all my wits together for a charge supreme.

Bounding right up off the cot, five feet from the very spot
Where I saw the ugly sot, I landed with my throat a knot.
“Come out!”, I tried to yell at the intruder ‘neath my bed;
Not a sound came from him and the air was eerie dead.

The skirt I lifted bravely now, expecting to get in a row
But then I shouted, “Holy Cow!”, and a quiet, “Wow!”
My heart slowed down from it’s fast pace …
The Mother Of All Dust Bunnies, stared, right into my face.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater