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.