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.