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.