Invitation to Sup

Shepherd -of-the-Twilight,
He found me in my tree.
He calls to me at night,
And bids, "Come feast with me"

Feral is my host,
His offers I decline.
And should I throw a roast,
I'd ask him not to dine.

He's gone again at day,
I take this time to roam,
To figure out my way,
From his banquet to my home.

From tree to tree I steal,
Crafty like a thief.
A battle of wits has no appeal,
When just one side has the teeth.