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.