Why’s it here today - Bang in the city? Its pure black and white Sharp against the dull browns Of the lesser-looking birds.
Does it belong to these concrete streets? To the high-rises and loud shops? Within the inane buzz of shoppers Digging for their own prize worms?
It seems at home. Sure. Yet I’d never seen one in the built-up before. Never seen them among so many people. I recalled them as "field birds" Which flitted between bush and wall. Following walkers - or seemingly so.
Now, here, they pick up crumbs. Sniff the litter. Jump from bin to bin... in the hope of finding What we've thrown away.