On a mantelpiece it gathered
Waiting for the right time
To fly like a gang of locusts
To attack things of mine
Hiding in corners
Well out of reach
Assaulting bric-a-brac
Like sand attacks feet
Just when I think it's over
And the dusting is done
I see them swarming like hornets
In the glare of the sun
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