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.