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.