{"id":42820,"date":"2017-08-06T08:21:15","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:21:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42820"},"modified":"2017-08-11T02:27:47","modified_gmt":"2017-08-11T06:27:47","slug":"prompt-24-the-world-outside-my-window-j-r-m","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt-24-the-world-outside-my-window-j-r-m\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #24 (The World outside my window j.r.m\u00a9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Sunset hues\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>creeping up<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to palette the <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>evening sky.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The Sun <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>descends in <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>the distance.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>A pandemonium<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>of parrots <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>perched high <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>among the <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>branches of<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>the almond tree<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>are camouflaged \u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>with the\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>color of leaves.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The sun sets:<br \/>\nit&#8217;s time\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>for them\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to fly back\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to their nests.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>While the branches <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>of the palm tree <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>are almost <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>knocking for <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>permission to <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>come in<br \/>\nfrom the window,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>they sway <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>in the gentle <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>caress of the <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>wind&#8217;s tickle.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>j.r.m\u00a9<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunset hues\u00a0 creeping up to palette the evening sky. The Sun descends in the distance. A pandemonium of parrots perched high among the branches of the almond tree are camouflaged \u00a0 with the\u00a0 color of leaves. The sun sets: it&#8217;s time\u00a0 for them\u00a0 to fly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12,2114],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42820","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-official-marathon-announcement"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42820","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\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42820"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44086,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42820\/revisions\/44086"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}