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.