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.