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something black and low to the ground slinked out of the woods today
I barely caught glimpses of it because it slid from bush to bush
was it a miniature puma? a tiny ebony black-beauty-like horse?
A tailless skunk? Was it a furry entity from another planet?

I imagined all sorts of things because it was gone quickly.
All day I would come up with another idea about it.
Was it an intelligent head of the headless horseman?
A head that had somehow learned to slink on its own?

In many ways, I hope that it will never return
Because it has given my mind lots of things to think about
New ideas I would have never had without the joy of not knowing
some of my best poems come out of one little event

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