It's nesting season, which means a lesser goldfinch

Comes to my bedroom window

Every morning between seven and nine

And then she fights with the bird inside my window

Not knowing that she's fighting herself

And her territory is fine

And when I watch her I wonder if she'll ever know

That all her worries are nothing but a trick of the light

And she could save most of her energy

If she simply just chose not to fight

And then I think of myself and all my worries

My stressors and my hurries

Maybe the biggest ones are self-imposed

Or maybe my window goldfinch knows something that I don't

So just to be safe I suppose, I'll

Fight every reflection that I see

'Cause it could just be me

Or it could be another me that's stuck inside

And tryin' to get free

Don't you know I'm ready to brawl?

Just in case, there's a small chance that one of them is a doppelgänger

That wants to steal all of my seeds and my sticks!

They're my needs, I can't fix my nest

If this handsome asshole keeps on making faces at me!

Not a bird, I'm a man

But I will, and I can

Punch you right in the throat if you get too close, just wait and see!

And so I'm grateful my favourite lesser goldfinch

Keeps tapping at my window

Because I think it is surely a sign

That if I keep up with my self-sabotaging

It's actually productive, and it means that everything will be fine