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.