{"id":68591,"date":"2020-06-27T17:54:51","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68591"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:54:51","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:54:51","slug":"68591","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/68591\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>A s<strong>trange<\/strong> day for Goldilocks was two years to the day later\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>after eating their <strong>porridge<\/strong>, bursting the chair. and sleeping in their littlest bed:<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They had chased me to the <strong>treeline,<\/strong>\u00a0 and lifted fists in the air &#8212; Do not return!<\/p>\n<p>But on this anniversary, this <strong>heat<\/strong> of early Spring gives me a sense of <strong>lethargy<\/strong>,<\/p>\n<p>(Grandpa loves to teach me BIG words.)<\/p>\n<p>and an overwhelming urge to return to their cave-home in the woods.<\/p>\n<p>I have never ever had such a lovely nap!\u00a0 or visited a more charming homey cave!<\/p>\n<p>Could I wear a <strong>mask<\/strong>?\u00a0 \u00a0No, they would need to see my friendly smile.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps if I bring a gift.<\/p>\n<p>My birthday present <strong>bottle<\/strong> of honey, from The <strong>Firefly<\/strong> Fairy Farm might do.<\/p>\n<p>My Mom knows I want to visit the bears, but she wants me to settle for less,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;just do a <strong>Zoom<\/strong> meeting with the children&#8217;s department of the City Zoo.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She just doesn&#8217;t understand; and darn, she locked the door.<\/p>\n<p>She thinks this human <strong>cottage<\/strong> is where I should always be.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>by Nancy Ann Smith\u00a0 \u00a0 Amherst, Ohio<\/p>\n<p>June 27, 2020\u00a0 \u00a0 Poetry Marathon<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A strange day for Goldilocks was two years to the day later\u00a0 after eating their porridge, bursting the chair. and sleeping in their littlest bed: &nbsp; They had chased me to the treeline,\u00a0 and lifted fists in the air &#8212; Do not return! But on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":197,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68591","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68591","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\/197"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68591"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68591\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69198,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68591\/revisions\/69198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}