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.