NaPoWriMo: Prompt 1 - Window

Ok, I know I'm cheating. This is neither a poem nor the one I came up with today. But why should I give a fuck about that? I will write a 100-word short story or a poem or whatever the fuck I want. My blog, my rules. I don't want to win any prizes nor am I seeking any validation. The only thing I promised myself this month is to be consistent in a couple of things. And NaPoWriMo is one of them. So, here it goes:


That beautiful magpie robin again perched on my window today and woke me with its continuous melodious whistling. It's been a month now. This nuisance, I call it Rob, lands on my window every morning as soon as my eyes feel droopy and I decide to sleep.
I'm a chronic night owl. I generally hate—HATE—early mornings or any mornings for that matter.
So, today, when Rob looked through my window and began whistling, our eyes met. I swiftly picked up my gun and shot Rob in one go. Good riddance, I thought.
The next morning, as I was about to sleep, Rob again perched himself on the window, whistling. Only this time, it was staring at me menacingly with its completely blacked-out eyes.

P.S.: This 100-word short was written in 2023, I guess. Letting you know (not that you asked).

P.P.S: Today's prompt on the website (https://www.napowrimo.net/) is "Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time." (Yes, I'm not going to religiously follow it.)