Her cackle was loud. She couldn’t help it.
She didn’t think much of it ’til people stared & pointed it out.
From then, she morphed her cackle into a giggle.
What’s in a laugh?
Is a recognizable one so bad?
Some bellow or guffaw.
Some howl with laughter, some roar with it.
Laugh so hard you cry.
Laugh ’til you fall.
Laugh ’til your gut and cheeks hurt.
Embrace your wheeze, snort or hyena cries.
& So she kept giggling.
But she cackled again, too.
She found someone who liked her cackle more than she did.