The Protector

A crow sits as a look out atop a wooden post near the road. 

His band of brothers play games with the gravel rocks below. 

It's a cold, foggy day out in the country side, 

Less likely for humans to be running around. 

Yet, he still sits upon his perch. 

His job is one of honor and he holds his head gracefully, 

All the while surveying their suroundings. 

The sacrifice he is making, for the safety of his kin, shall one day be recognized.

For who else could take on this task with such vigor and discipline? 

No, only he can take on this mantle of protector. 

Only he can keep his loved ones safe.