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.