<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/whisper/”>Whisper</a>
Shss, Shss,
A soft sound, hardly heard,
Like a gentle wind, stirring the leaves
A murmuring scarcely audible.
A rustling susuration
A WHISPER.
Telling of secrets
Lowered voice
“Don’t let on, will you?”
I feel I’ve been trusted
With important information
I swell with the knowledge
That I have and others don’t.
Even though it is a matter of no import
That tomorrow is Jane’s birthday
And her friends are planning a surprise party.
ESME
Threewheelergran 