The Dream Catcher

Ragged coat, rugged throat,            
With coarsely groans, a haggard bloke had spoke,              
"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,              
But the haggard man, he doth repeat,              
"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.”              
             
He babbled on a diatribes,           
Grumbling as he spoke,              
Whipping sticks to get them rightly              
Heated to a smoke.              
If a flock were flames,
Than he was stoking              
Crows into a blaze,           
Pluming at the feathers
So they'd rise into a rage.
             
“Ca-caw! Ca-caw!” the black birds spoke,              
“Go home you old and foolish man!              
“You can’t expect to steal a bite              
“If you can’t reach us with your hands!”

The black birds tittered making vulgar gestures,         
To the haggard man, then sang,           
“Come back after you've done some stretches,
“Maybe then you'll reach the branches!”              
             
Smacking lips, saliva drips,              
The hungry, haggard man 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 the calls, the birds remained of reach,        
For who’d respond to those who speak
Of eating those of which it seeks,
Regardless though, the haggard bloke 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 call,
“So we may flock to just be eaten?
“How stupid do you think we are?            
“Why don't just lay an egg and beat it!”

Then the bloke, with haste, had raised
His arms to snag some birds at range
They all though was impossible,
A witness to be marveled.

The haggard bloke had made his grab              
And dragged two lucky winners             
The hollow of his would eyes glint  
While smacking on his lips,             
Drips of drool now drenching heads  
Of his soon be eaten 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.”