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.