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.