the bird is losing its mind.
it was yesterday, too.
the grass is greener 
and the buds are beginning 
to open.
is it losing its mind
because of spring?
one might wonder. 
i am convinced it is.
for this day.
for this very day.
for this and only this day.
tomorrow maybe the
grass will be even greener
and the buds will have 
exploded into a
psychedelic  tapestry. 
maybe. 
but today it sings.
today is a good day 
to lose one’s mind. 
today;
for this very day —
for this and only this day.