The dust bunnies came peeking,
out from under the bed.
They all had woke from sleeping,
and were ready for a new day ahead.

They woke and sang a happy song,
as they danced around my feet.
They convinced the bluebirds to sing along,
as I gave them bunny treats.

They all got in a bunny line,
as they all marched along.
All marching in perfect time,
to a bunny marching song.

They played a game of hide and seek
and scampered through the place.
Behind the curtians I would see them peek
with small smiles on their face.

One was seen looking through bristles of the broom,
and one was hiding under the chair.
One in the laundry room
chatting with the Laudry Hampster who lives there.

One was hiding in the cat food bag,
another behind the shelf.
One was seen under a rag,
singing songs to itself.

After the game of hide and seek,
and all of them had their turn.
With songs, dances and leaps,
to the kitchen they returned.

They sat around the table
each telling bunny rhymes
Trying to see it they were able
to see if it was possible to have a better time.

My 50th poem on Authorsden