So, I read the ode "Paper Nautilus" by Marianne Moore and really loved the line "she scarcely eats until the eggs are hatched." So that's what I improved.
She scarcely eats until the eggs are hatched
on the plate. If a little nose stuck up to her,
it would eat the air she fed.
Tomorrow she'll wake up to hatch
herself from the egg-another ear, nose,
tuft of fur where a yolk should be,
a hopeful claw towards the kitchen light.
She'll grow, fed on air and yolks of other
unhatched eggs, like her mother who feeds
off her.
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