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.