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.