My granddaughter and I sit
watching the sun slowly slide toward the horizon.
It has been a busy day and now
I wrap myself in the warm peace of its closing.
Two crows settle briefly on the lawn
before one suddenly flies off, cawing as it goes.
“Hmm,” I translate. “That’s crow for
‘Don’t caw me. I’ll caw you’.”
“ERGG” she says as she gets up and walks away.
“That’s teen for ‘Eye roll. Gotta go.”