Night In the Forest

Snakes hurling, as smoke is curling. Chop, chop, no need to shop. Gizzard, Snake and clam bake. I tried to pray, But I cried today. I am safe, a waif. My tent is weathered as my face. No grace for the poor and hungry. By the sea, I see ships afar. I cannot Travel far, as I have one leg - a peg. No cause for alarm, I have two arms. I have fire, desire. I carve. I won't Starve, at least not today. It's ok.