Dust--ABCB Poem

Here's an ABCB Poem For National Poetry Month. I think you'll agree with my sentiments...'cause who likes dusting?

 DUST BUNNIES

Everywhere in the house I go

Dust coats all with jackets gray

Like ball gown gloves it coats the books

Motes cavort in sunbeams fey

It blankets the shelves in silent calm
And rolls about beneath the bed
I turn around from dusting all
To find more of the dust I dread.

Dusting is clearly a thankless job

I turn around and it's back again

Will this aggravation end?

Wiping wiping, such a pain

That's how I used to think of dust

It got into my very head

So now I let it lie in peace 
For dust will be there when I'm dead

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy