Devi-And-Anni

    Wally blinked a few times, the black ring around his vision slowly pulling back. He could see muted halos of light through a dark film covering his face. Heat from his breath bounced back against his skin, telling him his head was covered. The haze of noise that buzzed in his ears became clearer as the ringing stopped. He picked out a collection of voices talking in just slightly hushed tones.    “What do you think? Maybe he’s one of those Cadmus popsicles they just took off ice.” Wally didn’t recognize the voice, but it was distinctly male.    “I don’t think so. If we’d had one of this guy we

There was a little bird all tattered and torn, Whose size was very small. No one cared for the bird and never did scorn, But a woman loved it all. The woman took the bird whose wing was bust, And removed it from the earthly dust. She cried and sighed for the little bird, And hoped she didn't seem absurd. By giving warmth, shelter and light, The bird was beautiful in her sight. So fragile, so lovely even though it was hurt, But from its wound blood did spurt. The woman cared for the bird from toe to head, But within five hours the bird is dead.