something black and low to the ground

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