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.