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.