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.