Who Cooks For You

“Who cooks for you?” asked the Bard. Who prepares your meal? Do you sup alone? Any condiments? Salt perhaps? Spices? What are you hungry for? What appeals to your taste? When you rise in the morning, What do you desire? Is it even food? Or do you look to satisfy something else? For what do you hunger? But aside from all that Who cooks for you? Whatever it is you desire, wherever you may roam, Who paved the way? Who set the table? Who made it possible for you to breathe, to laugh, to cry, to despair. to hope, to love, to live, to die…? Do you even give a hoot? Who preparest a table for thee in the presence of thine enemies? So the Barred h-owls his haunting cry, “Who cooks for you?”