bird conscience.

conscience, a bird who plucks her breast.

daisy is still plucking crazy but less plucky and still barking for mister who's indifferent seeming to birds.

i may be crazy and i may be plucking but it is your assessment that i am plucking crazy. perhaps i pluck to the beat of a different heart, or to the heart of indifference, who knows why i pluck, perhaps to feather the nest of my immaterial offspring, perhaps to fledge my restless soul eggs.

ok forgive me i just have to sing, daisy, daisy, give me your answer do. i'm half crazy, all for the love of you. we don't need a stylish marriage, i can't afford the carriage, but you'll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle built for two. Rark!