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.