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.