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.