Allison Meraz Kitten In a Jar The glass mouth sealed quiets the noisy soul though I know the mother watches. Ginger, they call it, the orange and vanilla variety that prefers to fight when cornered. Kids are cruel; they learn to bully with a smile. I know how an animal trapped turns into a skeleton. I have been on both sides of that experiment. Not so innocent, but I have never felt so glad to be human. |