Something along the lines of mythical scary beast.
Standing on the cables.
Watching where he's stood.
Needs no execution.
Wants no plink, plink, fizz.
Watches you also.
When he's settled and safe.
His head flicks from side to side, guided by his eyes.
Just a clever scavenger.
Hunting the detritus left in a fast food bag.
No interest in how old it is,  
A stench of rotten chicken wrapped around discarded bones.
It's said the birds can not smell, but this fellow, he's truly tempted.
From his perch he invaded the packet.
Stole the contents my my what a racket.
The store fella aware of the bird, flicking and scratching at the paper packet.
Flapped his arms, shooing the bird.
Picked up the bag.
In more of a flap than the now perching bird.
Circle of co-dependence continued.
The raven, the ******* and the fast food store man.
(C) Livvi