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.