LANGUAGE LEARNING

The way to the park is your

lesson in learning a new

language -- the non-verbal.

First, there's incessant

cawing, a warning siren for

the murder fellowship as a

kite, alert, determined,

sweeps over the skies before

settling on a top branch of

its nest tree. The cawing

subsides. The breeze quickens.

Down the street where houses

boast family names in bold

steel casing, languorous dogs

sleep in. Being calendar, and 

pedigree, free is its own divine lot. 

A few steps into the park, bang

boom, thump -- a break in 

reverie. Turning to see what

fell/broke/collapsed, only to

find simian calisthenics on

and off tree branches. Further

along the paved walkway, a

feline friend? frenemy? squints

to question the sun's zeal.

This hour of quiet (mostly)

language learning at the park

may be tough to master, 

but not hard to get behind.