{"id":19808,"date":"2016-08-13T12:25:27","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:25:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19808"},"modified":"2016-08-13T12:25:27","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:25:27","slug":"wildlife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/wildlife\/","title":{"rendered":"Wildlife"},"content":{"rendered":"

The stars of my childhood were the lit windows in the buildings<\/span><\/p>\n

The trees were the tall, black lampposts,<\/span><\/p>\n

hanging its branches over the street<\/span><\/p>\n

The insect calls were found in the rumbling of trains and accelerating cars<\/span><\/p>\n

This was my nature<\/span><\/p>\n

As an adult, I discovered the other kind<\/span><\/p>\n

The bushes alive with fireworks<\/span><\/p>\n

The sounds of motorcycle engines in the throats of frogs<\/span><\/p>\n

Each sound and light, a circuit board of life<\/span><\/p>\n

Nature and city collide, cry, crash, and cradle<\/span><\/p>\n

A gasp, a grasp, a growl<\/span><\/p>\n

All a part of the circuitry in my veins<\/span><\/p>\n

My city was my forest; the jungle, a town.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The stars of my childhood were the lit windows in the buildings The trees were the tall, black lampposts, hanging its branches over the street The insect calls were found in the rumbling of trains and accelerating cars This was my nature As an adult,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":776,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19808","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\/776"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19808"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19813,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19808\/revisions\/19813"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}