{"id":137,"date":"2014-03-03T17:02:30","date_gmt":"2014-03-03T22:02:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/?page_id=137"},"modified":"2014-03-03T17:13:47","modified_gmt":"2014-03-03T22:13:47","slug":"what-is","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/?page_id=137","title":{"rendered":"What Is"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/20140303-170709.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/20140303-170709.jpg\" alt=\"20140303-170709.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Carrion eaters circle<br \/>\nhawk&#8217;s epicentre;<br \/>\nTalons in fresh kill.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Winter&#8217;s best for teaching.<\/p>\n<p>My shadow slips, ripples over rough ground.<br \/>\nLeaps, in a single bound to roof top,<br \/>\nthen scrabbles, up trunk, settling beneath me<br \/>\non a chosen branch, grey, leafless, waving a greeting<br \/>\nas I light &#8212; then stilling. As do I.<\/p>\n<p>They scatter, like so many pins.<br \/>\nStruck by instinct, reflex, flock-think,<br \/>\nsheltering (in vain) in Winter-naked Bittersweet;<br \/>\ndried and withered fruit, red-brown and rotting,<br \/>\nall that remains of Summer&#8217;s sanctuary.<\/p>\n<p>Movement becomes my friend.<br \/>\nThey twitch and flutter back, reassured by numbers, easy grain;<br \/>\nlight&#8217;s trick, sun&#8217;s flicker gone now from consciousness.<br \/>\nBut what&#8217;s to see? Sharp, gold-rimmed eye<br \/>\n&#8212; if they&#8217;d dare look up. I wink (back) and watch.<\/p>\n<p>Sun curtained, I hunch, arch, and slide, chute-straight.<br \/>\nTethered by taut focus to a single one,<br \/>\nchosen to receive my freeing gift.<br \/>\nAwareness, short-lived, explodes.<br \/>\nAnd all is still &#8212; again.<\/p>\n<p>Do you judge? They don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p><em>Carrion eaters circle<br \/>\nhawk&#8217;s epicentre;<br \/>\nTalons in fresh kill<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Carrion eaters circle hawk&#8217;s epicentre; Talons in fresh kill. Winter&#8217;s best for teaching. My shadow slips, ripples over rough ground. Leaps, in a single bound to roof top, then scrabbles, up trunk, settling beneath me on a chosen branch, grey, leafless, waving a greeting as I light &#8212; then stilling. As do I. They scatter, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/137"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":143,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/137\/revisions\/143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidhowardpsychologist.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}