Cute Dust Monster That Tickles by Psithyrus on Deviantart.com
It was a matter of urgency,
so I ran with news of insurgency
‘Man the walls, bring the children to safety!’
‘It is coming’ I added hastily!
From every nook and cranny
they all stirred, and they were many
who lined up, fearfully, in defence
with bated breath, full of suspense.
From the corner of my eye I spied it
as it advanced, the death-bringing gadget
and with a roar closed in it did
while women screamed and children hid.
The life of a dust mite is not too long
but we’d heard our ancestors sing the song
of assaults in times of yore
the gadget had struck before.
As it approached I felt the pull
a suction strong and all-powerful
I saw our first line of defence disappear
the second the gadget ventured near!
In moments it had us defeated
will to fight and courage depleted!
I held on for dear life to the living room rug
but suddenly came an almighty tug.
Swept away into the darkness
voices screamed in terrified madness
and all was lost
in the filter I was quashed
a dust mite’s life ends with sadness.
So… Encouraged to write a poem in the spirit of Paul Revere’s midnight ride by NaPoWriMo 2015′s optional prompt for Day 18, I – somehow – ended up in the world of dust mites. Perhaps because the flat needs a good clean?
A Glass of Bubbly 