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.