Flying with Crows

It is difficult to soar like an eagle if you're surrounded by crows.

Imagine a baby eagle raised by crows.

Would that eagle one day soar high above the skys and crags of mountain peaks? Maybe.

Would that eagle become a vicious scavenger that flaps its mighty span high enough to spot the next rotting pile of leftovers or maggot infested carcass of a runover dog? Maybe.

Would that eagle cackle and caw like a cowardly crow for dead meat instead of shrieking its paralyzing scream before striking down its prey? Maybe.

Three maybe's are just not good enough if you want to soar like an eagle and not a crow.

Are you an eagle? Or a crow? Or simply your good old next door farm chicken?

What does it matter if you shrill, caw, or cackle?

What does it matter if you soar, scavenge, or plain scratch for worms?

It matters. If you're an eagle.