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.