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.