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.