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.