Gristle

My Shadow went on walkabout
And left me here to sleep alone.

I dreamed he ate a caterpillar
After the caterpillar was eaten
By a bird that was eaten by a man.

I dreamed the man was tasty
If a bit seasoned with caffeine
And nicotine and benzedrine.

So when my Shadow returned
I jumped awake straight away
And picked our teeth of gristle.

When next my Shadow goes out
I will request an herbivore treat.