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.