{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Elizabeth Elliott Poetry","provider_url":"https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage","title":"Crows - Blog - Elizabeth Elliott Poetry","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"opw3Jr9SRS\"><a href=\"https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage\/crows\/\">Crows<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage\/crows\/embed\/#?secret=opw3Jr9SRS\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Crows&#8221; &#8212; Elizabeth Elliott Poetry\" data-secret=\"opw3Jr9SRS\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"Crows Burning with a quick thin flameCharcoaled scarves blow whole and fallIn a field no green has touched at all. Heavy-handed, hoarse complaining,Treading down the liquid snow,They strut on brittle legs, no shyness feigning,Thinking that it\u2019s they who\u2019s reigning. Knowing no one any betterThey assume they are the best.Never will they understand the quaintness ofthis... Read more &raquo;"}