Cute, I said bending over, a salam—
I swallowed the second half of the word
as my face drew nearer to the shiny body
and I saw the white oozing from its mouth, but
it was too late.
My daughter was already rushing over,
What is that little guy?
I stood, tried pivoting,
a bit dizzy from the way the thing
lay there still
moving one of its tiny arms, I looked at Kayla
and said in Hebrew, which we both speak thanks to