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.