{"id":8779,"date":"2015-12-22T01:04:45","date_gmt":"2015-12-22T01:04:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=8779"},"modified":"2015-12-22T01:04:45","modified_gmt":"2015-12-22T01:04:45","slug":"mistys-gift-of-the-wild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2015\/12\/mistys-gift-of-the-wild\/","title":{"rendered":"Misty’s “Gift of the Wild”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gift of the wild<\/strong><\/p>\n

On Christmas, a coyote came to our fence
\nand ever since my dog has been visited
\nby dreams of running with the pack,
\nalmost able to catch up but never quite there,<\/p>\n

lagging, and so her back legs push off
\nas she sleeps in her bed, her eyes squint
\nas if to see between the pickets,
\nbeyond the slats shadowed on the ground.<\/p>\n

She wants to stalk the ducks in the creek,
\nno leash tugging like a conscience, to tip over
\ngarbage cans or to rustle among the leaves
\nfor mice, to see the moon and call to it.<\/p>\n

Cookies, I shake the box, her reward for coming in,
\nbut she skulks along the fence, desperate for any scent,
\nany sense that she could follow, could still catch up.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Ellen Wade Beals, 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>
The Very Domesticated Misty \u00a9 Ellen Wade Beals, 2012<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This poem originally appeared in Episodic<\/strong><\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Gift of the wild On Christmas, a coyote came to our fence and ever since my dog has been visited by dreams of running with the pack, almost able to catch up but never quite there, lagging, and so her back legs push off as she sleeps in her bed, her eyes squint as if […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[18,1395,2834,2833,12,2832,13,7,16,32,2835],"class_list":{"0":"post-8779","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"tag-anthology","8":"tag-christmas","9":"tag-christmas-poetry","10":"tag-dog-poetry","11":"tag-ellen-wade-beals","12":"tag-misty","13":"tag-poetry","14":"tag-solace","15":"tag-solace-in-so-many-words","16":"tag-weighed-words","17":"tag-wild-desire","18":"entry","19":"has-post-thumbnail"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8779","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8779"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8779\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8786,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8779\/revisions\/8786"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}