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.