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.