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.