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.