02.June.26

Polly heard a gentlest whoosh as her pursed lips breathed life to blows via push.

Then, she heard a subtlest schloop as each bubble departed its soapy loop.

And, of course, she heard all joyfulest whees from kids downwind the brushing breeze.

But, sans an uber-mic, she knew not that when they pop, they verily skrike. ; )