VIEW FROM THE TOWER           
                       
                       
                                          
 WHEN I  GOT HOME FROM AWAY, CLIMBED ALL 
 THE WAY  TO THE  TOP,  AND  THERE  WAS A 
 BIRD IN  MY ROOM, NOT TOO UNREASONABLE A 
 BIRD  BUT  STILL  AN  UNWELCOME GUEST AT 
 THIS  HOUR,  THAT  HAD  LET  HIMSELF IN. 
                                          
 THE  WINDOW WAS OPEN AND  SO I  WAVED MY 
 ARMS AND HE FLEW  OUT. BUT  AS SOON AS I 
       TURNED AROUND, HE WAS BACK.       
                                          
                                     
 I   TOOK   THE   JACKDAW   BY  MY   HAND 
 THREW   IT    OUT   THE    WINDOW,   AND 
       INTO WHAT I'M SHIELDED FROM        
    WATCHED HIM FALL AND TURNED AROUND    
     HELD HIS GAZE THROUGHOUT THE FALL    
     IN SPITE HE DID NOT MOVE AT ALL      
                                     
                                          
 I HEARD THE THUMP  AS HE HIT THE GROUND. 
 MY  MOTHER  CAME RUNNING.  "ANGEL!  WHAT 
 DID YOU DO?"                             
                                          
 DON'T COME  IN HERE, I  WANTED  TO  SAY, 
 BUT SHE WOULD COME  ANYWAY AND SO I KEPT 
 IT  TO   MYSELF.  "ARE   YOU  ALLRIGHT?" 
                                          
 "I HURT  A  BIRD", AND  I  COULD SEE HIM 
 THROUGH THE WINDOWS, TRYING TO  FLY WITH 
 HIS  WINGS SOMEHOW INVERTED. THEY  WOULD 
 NOT  BEAR  HIM, AND  HE  WAS INFURIATED.