Symphony - Unfinished

not complete, been stuck with it for about a week.     Symphony   It gets dark here faster, in the rural skies over Wellington, Ohio. It gets dark here and these young woods come alive. There’s a symphony that starts every night at dusk as the human sounds diminish, it’s natural poetry. Every cricket is predator, and every one is prey. This is real beauty: A great horned owl. In the middle of the night it became bitterly cold in our tent, and the night’s music stopped, no rhapsody. And so, like woodsmen my son and I collected firewood - the trash of dead trees and built a suitable fire. In the early morning dark we ate pancakes cooked over open flame. Most of our meals here are of the high carbohydrate variety. Bread and potatoes and protein from meat, for energy.