Toran Abbott's Xombytes

Rain splattering on an open window’s pane-

Chittering and chattering, my winged friends-

And I wait patiently for the Sun to rise again.

I await your loving whisper,

As I sit here

and contemplate, onething most surely comes to mind.

As I lay here, and decimate, the very borders in my mind.

As I wonder, most innocent, why I shouldn't pull the little bar

Two years ago, a seemingly revolutionary device went public - namesaked the Mosquito for the high frequency piercing sound it makes - with the aim to put an end to loitering.

The painfully annoying pitch is said to be undiscernable by most adults over 25, and such devices have since been installed in some 3,500 stores, schools, and municipal buildings around London, to prevent teenagers from hanging about after hours.

A world of carefully folded forests

Placed side by side

on six levels of bias here

seven or nine there-

A million great oaks

and a million great pine

Inhabiting a room made of two dozen maple