Teenage Girls
TEENAGE GIRLS
In the noisy café giggling
In their seats opposite me wriggling
Teen-age girls lean cheek-by-jowl.
Quiet as a cat’s footstep on a mouse prowl,
Their whispers to one another
With cupped hand-to-mouth to smother
Are so silent you don’t hear anything.
How do they speak so softly anyway?
Who would want to listen anyhow?
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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