{"id":24512,"date":"2016-08-13T21:03:57","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:03:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24512"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:32:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:32:18","slug":"perfection-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/perfection-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Perfection"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The bright moon, shining in all its glory<br \/>\nHovers over the pristine lake<br \/>\nI sit beneath a canopy of stars<br \/>\nThe atmosphere still as can be<br \/>\nNormally, at this hour, I hear the wolves<br \/>\nBut this night, all is still<br \/>\nThey\u2019re never a threat, always off in the distance<br \/>\nBut, I enjoy their howls; they\u2019re free to speak their mind<br \/>\nI lean back my chair and listen to nothing but the waves<br \/>\nThe River is higher than usual for this time of year<br \/>\nMy ideal summer night \u2013 just the moon, iced tea, and quiet<br \/>\nI remember many nights like this as a kid<br \/>\nI was always afraid of the wolves<br \/>\nThey causes my toddler eyes much panic<br \/>\nMy father told me that they\u2019re God\u2019s creatures<br \/>\nAnd they were here before us<br \/>\nThat was enough for me, so ever since<br \/>\nThey have not bothered me one bit<br \/>\nSo, here I sit with the bright moon<br \/>\nShining in all its glory<br \/>\nThinking back upon my life<br \/>\nRealizing how blessed I am to enjoy these nights<br \/>\nAnd just then, a bald eagle flew overhead<br \/>\nYes, this night was perfection<br \/>\nNo need for social outlets, telephones, or television<br \/>\nJust nature\u2019s lessons and me<br \/>\nSo calm, so peaceful and so healing<br \/>\nFor just a moment, all is right in the world<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They\u2019re never a threat, always&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,1136,441,5],"tags":[680,1844,1841,445,102,1838,1157,392],"class_list":["post-24512","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-canopy","tag-glory","tag-lake","tag-moon","tag-panic","tag-poetrymarathon2016","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24512","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\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24512"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24525,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24512\/revisions\/24525"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}