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.