The Ragtag Daily Prompt today was STALK
THE WREN I stalk him in the lilacs and round the poplar tree, that elusive little wren who sings so cheerfully. House sparrows, on the other hand, I toss them out some seed and they're my friends forever. They greet me eagerly. The little wren is patient; he waits the morn's first light to harvest on my doorstep the insects fried last night.
Many’s the time I’ve tried to get a look at the wrens in our yard and only saw a fluttering and movement in the leaves. But first thing in the morning, sure enough, here’s the wren cleaning off our deck, feasting on bugs that got too close to our porch light.