I can hear them, as I sit here reading.
They are whispering plots and adventures,
They clamber around the furniture like puppies,
Falling over each other and laughing as they carry on.
I can hear them chuckling as they devise some devilish plan.
Tiptoe, tiptoe down the hallway.
Giggles and fervent hushed instructions.
The door creaks and footsteps approach.
Can they make it without laughing out loud?
“Did we make you jump, Mummy? Were you scared?”
A riot of laughter and they disappear back to their lair,
Concocting a plan for when Daddy gets home.