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.