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.