{"id":49804,"date":"2019-06-22T14:13:11","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T18:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49804"},"modified":"2019-06-22T14:13:11","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T18:13:11","slug":"hour-5-moose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-5-moose\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5 &#8211; Moose"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">Moose<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">A baby moose is still a big creature<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">And how this one found me I do not know<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">But he looks at me with his big droopy eyes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">And, motherless being, I know I must take him in<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">He follows me around the house like a puppy<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">A puppy the size of a Great Dane<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">Scared, he tries to hide under the coffee table<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">His head barely fits in the small space<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">When I wake I wonder, Why a moose?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">When did I become the caretaker of woodland creatures?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">Is it emblematic of the size of the challenges I nurture?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">Or am I supposed to learn to welcome strangers into my life?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Candara\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Moose \u00a0 A baby moose is still a big creature And how this one found me I do not know But he looks at me with his big droopy eyes And, motherless being, I know I must take him in \u00a0 He follows me around&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1047,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49804","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49804","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\/1047"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49804"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49804\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49816,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49804\/revisions\/49816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}