Beneath our king-sized bed, on our bedroom's wooden floor,
I discovered an immense flock of silent, grazing, wooly sheep.
I used to call these (balls-of-dust-and-hair) "Dust Bunnies", but I can no more.
They've grown so since the vacuum broke. So for now a flock we'll keep.
(May 29,2014)
We have two large dogs so we call our fuzzy critters under beds and hiding in dark corners dust puppies.
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Thank God I can't see under my bed. Grizzly bears are probably hiding there!