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.