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.