melon runners

Bump, thud and rumble

The melon runners take a tumble

Like a bullet from a gun

Up and down the stairs they run

Leaping high to catch a bug

Scrunching up the area rug

They awaken when their master calls it a night

After they've lazed all day in sun's light

Yet who can be the master

To agents of disaster?

Creatures designed to rule and roam

And saunter about a home

Creatures unnatural in their construction

Masters of chaos and destruction

Committing acts that physics should not allow

For one that weighs eight pounds and says "meow"