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.