It was always drilling in his brain,
_the woodpecker of the clock_
tic-tacking,
pecking on his wood,
knocking on his doors
exclaiming:
"How could he ever fly
when he was not even able
to walk like the others?"
Though somewhere far
in the wonderlands of rainbows and music,
in the la-la lands of his flapping wings
he already knew
why he wasn’t even able to walk
like the others
was that
he could fly.
