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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