Eating Habits

You are not a bird,

you cannot fly.

Young thing, arms plump

Belly big, all skin and bone

No feathers

No beak to sing through

You are not a bird.

Nor are you a mother,

you cannot carry.

Young thing, always eating,

Belly empty, always full,

No children

No reason to eat so much

Or so little

So tell me,

Who are you trying to feed?