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.