Babies gurgle—sweet abandon,
onlookers twitter pure delight,
Stealthy chuckles slowly morph
to breath-gasping giggle fits
when a solemn room sits hushed.
After spring rains—a babbling brook,
songbirds warble high and low.
As a mischievous wind whistles,
it tickles leaves swishing the sky.
Many thanks to De Jackson at dVerse Poets Pub for this week’s Quadrille prompt: ‘giggle’.