Amen to Zany.

Amen to the world
Blesses the old man every morning
Clownish in his appearance
Dutifully, he feeds the birds
Enigmatic, he finds them
Full of mystery and secrets
Gracefully he flaps his arms
How wonderful it must be
In the sky, high above the country
Just the wind and the clouds
Keeping this thought
Leads him through the day
More and more he thinks about it
Nothing else he sees
Only wings
Paralyzed he steps out of his apartment one day
Quickly he runs up the stairs
Rooftop now, he stands
Seeing birds above him
Testing the wind with his finger
Usually wetted, but dry this time
Velvet skies await him
Wings he imagines, instead of arms
Xylophonic rhythms in his mind
Yo world, I can fly...

Zany was buried five days later.