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.
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