The origin of the Dust Bunnies, also my 100th poem on A.D.

It was a Monday morning,
much like all the rest.
The weather bleak and dreary,
as I lay there all depressed.

I was tired of all of lifes problems,
that had plagued me everyday.
So I crawled under my bed,
and told the world to go away.

There in the darkness,
underneath my bed.
I saw a small dust bunny,
asleep near my head.

It opened up one little eye,
and smiled its bunny smile.
and made me feel happier,
than I have been in a while.

It called over its bunny friends,
and began to dance around.
I felt only wonder,
in the new friends I had found.

They taught me songs and bunny games,
as they played as dust bunnys do.
From under the bed they drew me out,
to see what they would do.

One sang songs and another danced,
around my dresser drawer.
They played games of hide and seek,
and scampered across the floor.

They taught me how to make bunny treats,
and more bunny songs.
As I watched them at their play,
I couldn't help but sing along.

I read them poems from an old note book,
in which I used to write.
They listened with great intent,
and squealed with such delight.

We danced, sang,and played bunny games,
all throughout the day.
I didn't notice until much later,
that my blues had fled away.

The dust bunnies went to bed,
to dream their bunny dreams.
I sit here happily now,
wondering what other joys they bring.