Mysterious Figure
Sitting down on the rocky ledge
My eyes stray to a dark black figure
Strutting down towards the rocky edge
Getting bigger and bigger
It tries to wedge
Itself between me and the familiar
Wooden pole that stands near the edge
I stroke its sleek, familiar, figure
Black fur straighter then an edge
I stand letting it get back to his adventures
I watch it as it leaps into the hedge
No longer can I see that dark black figure
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