The Mockingbird - Part 2

Tap. Tap. My foot familiarly tapped the deck which now seemed to make a much different sound than before. Maybe it was because I was angry from the previous event with the mockingbird, which still sat, mockingly, at the bird house. I had a more clever plan for defeating the mockingbird this time, and it was sure to work because it involved peanut butter and rat poison.

Reese's or Jiff,
I could not choose.
As long as it killed
the evil muse.
I mixed a concoction
of rat poison and death,
to feed to the bird
While I held my breath.

I waited until the mockingbird left it's nest in the safety of the bird house to put a start to my new plan. Setting the mixture of peanut butter, rat poison, and bird seed just inside of the bird house, I again retreated to the decayed bush. Then I waited, and waited, but for some reason the bird did not return to the bird house even after I waited for over an hour.

"Squawk, Squawk"
I heard from behind.
Turning around instinctively,
My eyesight suddenly went blind.
The mockingbird played it smart
and now I couldn't see.
Using my ears to navigate,
I heard the bird return to the tree.

Pain pulsed through my entire body, starting directly behind my eyes and ending at the last fiber of my toenails. It hurt so bad that even my hair was sensitive to touch. The little bugger pecked my eyes into blindness as soon as I turned around! Holding my hand over them to protect from any further damage, I collected myself and determined that although I could not see, I should still not give up.

Sunglasses in hand,
I was madder than hell.
My eye balls were now
beginning to swell.
What should I do?
It's no use.
The mockingbird's too smart,
and I'm going to lose.

I pulled the sunglasses over my face for protection, as well as yanking knee and elbow pads over my limbs. The mockingbird would not get the best of me. I figured he was running out of clever ideas faster than I was--after all it's just a stupid bird. If it wasn't for his pointy beak, he'd be swimming with the fishes, and I don't mean in a bird bath either. I'm talking about the ocean that you only go to after you eat a boy's Grandpa's tomato plants.

Read my lips.
You're dead meat.
A bird, is just a bird.
But no easy feat.
I'll hire a cat
that will snatch you right up.
He will eat you alive,
without a single hiccup.

(Look for Part Three Soon)