PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
The wheatear came knocking
Each day he came to me
He twittered through the window
A happy sight to see
I had some nourishing mealworms
And left them on the sill
He gobbled at them greedily
Until he’d had his fill
He sang his gratitude to me
Each time he came to call
I gathered bugs and flies for him
I managed quite a haul
I left them out for his delight
And watched him grow and thrive
Pantry’s empty, he’s plump enough. I lure him inside.
The oven’s hot. I ring his neck. Do what I must to survive!
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here