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.