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.