The Dream Catcher

Ragged coat, rugged throat,          
coarsely groans from a haggard bloke.          
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.          
“Come hither from your nests and stay          
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”          
Despite his calls no bird would peek          
For who’d respond to those who speak          
Of eating those of which it seeks?          
Regardless, the haggard man repeats,          
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.          
“Come hither from your nests and stay          
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”          
         
The bloke continued on a while          
Wandering as he spoke,          
Taking sticks to shake the branches          
In attempts to get them riled.          
If a flock were flames he was sure to stoke          
A tempered crow for his heated antics,          
Until at last feeling quite defiled          
They took flight to taunt the fellow.          
         
“Ca-caw! Ca-caw!” the black birds spoke          
“Go home you foolish man!          
“You can’t expect to steal a bite          
“If you can’t reach us with your hands!”          
The black birds tittered making jokes          
As the haggard man would stand.          
“Come back when you’ve gained some height          
“Before you make commands!”          
         
Smacking lips, saliva drips,          
The hungry moaner then spoke this,          
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.          
“Come hither from your jest and stay          
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”          
Despite his calls the birds stayed meek          
For who’d respond to those who speak          
Of eating those of which it seeks?          
Regardless, the haggard man repeats,          
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.          
“Come hither from your jest and stay          
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”          
         
“Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Again you say          
“You want for us to greet you,          
“Just to have you take a bite          
“We're really not that foolish!”          
Then the bloke made reach in haste          
And snagged a bird, then two.          
The flock was startled by the sight      
Of both arms stretching through.      
         
The haggard bloke had made his grab          
And dragged two unlucky winners.          
He starred them down and with his lips he smacked,          
While drooling to his dinner.          
“Pleased to meet you, how do you do?          
“Well surely better than can be said of you.          
“If you couldn't tell you’re on my menu,          
“I must now bid you adieu.”