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.