A whisper in the wind

Whispers in the wind, winds
Float on skimming rivers, frothed
cups of latte, heavy sludge laden
spills coating membranes.

wishing tiny trails, nicking
soft silences, making cadenced music
marching bands do better,
caterwauling tomcats sing
to the moon flexing their prowess.

Wafted sounds minnowed mewlings,
softly voiced whimperings
He slept to these as she
stayed at the foot
lulling him as always.