Foxes in the witching hour
I was woken up by the strangest noise at three o clock this morning
My curtains twitched and I had a good gawk out.
The culprit was standing under my bedroom window in the form of a four legged ginger haired dog, they call a fox.
I grabbed my camera from where it hangs from a strange protruding thing that comes from the wall (I never quite figured out what the hell that thing was anyway, some sort of pipe that was amputated and now its a gammy stump anyway, its a grand place to hang my camera), all my life I’ve had really strange things like that in my bedroom. I shove my camera out the window, the settings were bad and I ended up blinding him with this photo so I turned off the flash.
The poor auld fella…
He sat in the patch of grass outside my flat for another 10 mins but there was no further reply from the far off fox, I felt sad for him because he was really trying to hard to communicate with him and he had been waiting for him there for ages.
heard him in Croydon so I hope nothing bad happened his friend because there was nothing but silence in the distance thereafter.Then about five minutes later, an absolute tub of a knackered looking fox came walking over to him from a different direction and sort of lingered around for a split second to see what all the fuss was about, he pissed on a small tree close by and then wandered off into the dead of night.
He disappeared down a side street and I wondered where the hell he was off to and where do the all the urban foxes live… Anyway, eventually the fox out front gave up and walked off uneasily, I was really sad for him. I went back to sleep thinking of him and when I woke up I had to look at my camera to see if it was real or a dream!
