Veterans' Writing: The Crow
Black, iridescent in the sun she sits on the line outside my window. Sometimes with onyx friends, sometimes alone.
I don’t know when I knew we were in this together. My feathered sentry and I.
I watched my warrior leave like he was never here. Marching away like the last leaves of November.
This vigil we keep my coal jacketed companion and I. I know we will never give up, Semper Fi.
I like to believe that our vision is keen enough to carry him into the future and safely home.