{"id":1138,"date":"2009-06-24T17:10:02","date_gmt":"2009-06-24T22:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davious.org\/now\/?p=1138"},"modified":"2024-12-19T10:40:47","modified_gmt":"2024-12-19T15:40:47","slug":"partaking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/2009\/06\/partaking\/","title":{"rendered":"Partaking"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">Dogs are natural scavengers<br> They have the stomach for it<br>I remember Beth swallowed some<br> decaying squirrel whole<br>Its tail hanging out of her mouth<br> for the longest time<br>Nothing ever became of it<br><br>I always wondered where the deer went<br> when they died<br>The forest was always<br> a pantheistic land of wonder<br>As the snow tickled our noses<br> Lexi was nowhere to be found<br>I laughed it off and yelled for her<br> Then yelled and yelled<br> Then ran and abruptly stopped<br>Lexi tenderly edging toward the deer carcass<br> Shy even<br>Then the bump on the bridge of her nose appeared<br><br>A couple months later,<br> in an unusual spring heat<br>Lexi leaves the trail<br> With a straightforward earnestness<br>We walk an unfamiliar side\u2013path<br>Cross an undiscovered stream<br>Another carcass prone to the sun<br>A vulture crouched in an adjacent tree<br>Impatient for our departure<br><br>The bump on her head reappeared at the top<br> Lexi was given two months to live<br>And, at that other river,<br> Her jaw too weak to grip<br> the large branches so much a part of her<br>This third carcass<br> Peaceful, laying amid the thorns<br>One does not begrudge one condemned to death<br> to take their fill of death<br>Not one lick of impropriety<br><br>We filled our days with walks<br>We denied ourselves none of our walks<br> We partook<br>  Peace<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dogs are natural scavengers They have the stomach for itI remember Beth swallowed some decaying squirrel wholeIts tail hanging out of her mouth for the longest timeNothing ever became of itI always wondered where the deer went when they diedThe forest was always a pantheistic land of wonderAs the snow tickled our noses Lexi was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[29,30],"class_list":["post-1138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-lexi","tag-lion-book"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1138","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1138"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3697,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1138\/revisions\/3697"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}