The Whispered Revolt of Dust Bunnies

Just when you think you're safe there's a secret attack being planned against you.

Prompt: The most nefarious thing dust bunnies are likely to plot..
Line Count: 24
Word Count: 158

Beneath the bed where shadows creep,
Where lost socks sigh and secrets sleep,
The dust bunnies scheme in a muffled ring,
Plotting the downfall of everything.

Not content with corners dim,
They dream of worlds outside the rim,
Of carpets cleared, of brooms laid low,
Of houses swallowed whole in woe.

Their leaders crowned in lint and thread,
Whisper oaths the floorboards dread;
They weave from hair a tangled snare,
A trap for feet both swift and bare.

Each sneeze, each cough, their battle cry,
Each gust of wind a lullaby,
They gather strength in silent throngs,
To turn our dreams and days all wrong.

And should they rise when night is deep,
You'll find your treasures buried deep,
Your keys, your thoughts, your will undone,
All lost to what the dust has spun.

So sweep, dear soul, and sweep with care,
Or find your life unraveled there,
Where dust bunnies, in whispered glee,
Are plotting soft calamity.