Sleek and quiet, the black and white of the magpie blends into the shadows of dusk.  One last meal is all it’s after, before the sun sets and only streetlights illuminate the grey asphalt of the road.

Focussed and alert the magpie observes the sleek antennae of the cockroach glimmer in the last rays of the sun.  It’s preening itself, unaware of the danger that lurks barely three feet away.

A flurry of movement and feathers.  The magpie hurries back to its roost, belly empty once more.