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 stuffed plastic worms into featherless heads by the next day every last hatchling lay dead. mother blue bird never sang a lullaby again.... Forever blaming the tacklebox man.