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.