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African myths have many stories of birds loving rest time
\nLoving the taste of worms and insects, and coming down for them.
\nEneke the bird has learnt to do the extraordinary<\/p>\n
“Eneke the bird<\/em> says that since men have learned to shoot without missing, he has learned to fly without perching”. Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart. Now there is no room for sloppiness African myths have many stories of birds loving rest time Loving the taste of worms and insects, and coming down for them. Eneke the bird has learnt to do the extraordinary “Eneke the bird says that since men have learned to shoot without missing, he…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4575,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,2114,1136,441],"tags":[5824,177],"class_list":["post-141196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-hour-1-2023","tag-hour-11"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141196","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\/4575"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=141196"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141594,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141196\/revisions\/141594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLong ago in the African kingdom, the birds were commoners, easy sports for hunters
\nTheir little ones served as snacks for bigger animals of the sky. The young and able-bodied were snacks for men. The ones that managed it into old age were left with many dead relatives, struggling to navigate life.<\/p>\n
\nThe bird has learned to soar the air, knowing not to perch
\nThe bird has learnt to remain on the move explore the sky more and leave land for men<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"