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.