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.