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.