{"id":114184,"date":"2022-06-25T18:20:13","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T22:20:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114184"},"modified":"2022-06-25T18:25:02","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T22:25:02","slug":"lethargic-butterflies-hour-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/lethargic-butterflies-hour-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Butterflies On Strike \/ Hour #10"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>\"Strike!\" Everyone heard that cry sounding throughout the field. \r\nEnough is enough, and they were tired of having to find new homes each year\r\nbecause of a soccer field, a mall, a high rise, or an expanded interstate. \r\nNope, they were going to stop fluttering and focus more on the butter side of life. \r\nSmooth, easy to handle, just being lovely, and laying there - just laying there. \r\nThey also began chit-chatting, singing, gossiping, complaining, telling bawdy jokes,\r\nalternately heckling or whistling at passersby. It proved to be fun, after all. \r\n\r\nSome butterflies figured they could do this for their remaining days;\r\nothers figured they could just keep doing this up to the end of their year.\r\nSo sweet it was to realize others would be coming along after. \r\nThicker and thicker they stacked upon the ground, organizing more and more. \r\nPracticing speeches for television broadcasts, interviewing each other, and\r\nsending a few delegates to spread awareness and organize in other communities. \r\nThey were growing bolder and stronger. \r\n\r\nWho can blame them, really?   \r\nAfter all, we all knew what happened to fireflies and lightning bugs from childhood. \r\nHow many stars can we see looking up into the night sky? \r\nWhat happened to the many animals that were so abundant and shared the world with us?\r\nThink back on your own childhood; go out into the evening's shadows tonight.\r\nSee if your world looks the same. \r\nThe butterflies had had enough, plain and simple. They were on strike.<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Strike!&#8221; Everyone heard that cry sounding throughout the field. Enough is enough, and they were tired of having to find new homes each year because of a soccer field, a mall, a high rise, or an expanded interstate. Nope, they were going to stop fluttering&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114184","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114184"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114500,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114184\/revisions\/114500"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}