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.