The Tackle box Man
That year the earth acted peculiar and parched.
The hatchlings screeched in the pulse of darkness.
Mother bird had nothing much to offer.
Not one insect, hopper, nor crawler.
Mother bird plotted, then hatched a wicked plan.
To snatch a bag of worms from the tackle box man.
Mother bird didn't know they were plastic worms.
By the next day, every last hatchling lay dead.
Mother bluebird never sang a lullaby again....
Forever cursing and dive bombing the tacklebox man.
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