{"id":1548,"date":"2012-04-13T20:50:08","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T20:50:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1548"},"modified":"2012-04-14T17:29:06","modified_gmt":"2012-04-14T17:29:06","slug":"nahshon-cook-0412","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/nahshon-cook-0412\/","title":{"rendered":"Nahshon Cook, 04\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Baby Bird<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I was walking around the park<br \/>\nwhen I came across a baby bird<br \/>\nlying dead in the grass.<\/p>\n<p>Red ants were crawling<br \/>\nin and out of the gutted depths<br \/>\nof its pink featherless body,<\/p>\n<p>but its head was still beautiful<br \/>\nand unexplored.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ars Poetica<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve never been able<br \/>\nto quiet my mind enough<\/p>\n<p>to hear my heart<br \/>\nby sitting on the floor<\/p>\n<p>with my legs folded into a pretzel<br \/>\nand a saintly smile painted on my face<\/p>\n<p>while concentrating<br \/>\non absolutely nothing<\/p>\n<p>so instead I go to my notepad<br \/>\nand try\u2019n write towards an answer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Baby Bird I was walking around the park when I came across a baby bird lying dead in the grass. 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