It moves across the foot trafficked carpet.
Rolling on top of the dirt trapped between fibers.
It draws them out from their hiding places
as they scream silently from this intrusion.
The hurricane forces sucking the very life
out of the microbial germs that sought to merely live.
After a time it ceases to roar
The contents it had acquired removed
before it is placed back in its resting spot
ready and waiting for the next hunt for dirt and cleanliness.
Saturn's Premier Poet 