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.