Not so much a cackle but a chortle
Gleefully bellowing like a bird in spring.
It was welcoming and free
Did your beguiling smile arrive before or after?
Maybe it was there before and after.
Whatever the season, your twinkle was emboldened by
Dabbers and beer, fiddles and song.
Small talk wrapped in bouquets of love.
Words so often impregnated by a French drawl.