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.