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.