Fox Chase

by Jessica Walker

Last Winter, in dim lit candlelight
I would sit out on the iced terrace
cloaked in my Gran’s old fur coat
silence was soaked up by the late
night traffic on the high street
When the clock struck midnight
the chime could be heard from
Grandfather’s ancient clock
it was then that two foxes would
push their whiskered faces through hedges
dancing into the frosted garden
caught between snowflakes
and the waning moonlight
red stained tails tipped with white
my Mother would call me in
but I would stay out all night
eyes fixed to the beauty of this
fox chase, he would join me
around one thirty in the morning
my friend, the haunted ghost
with a jagged scar up his wrist
he would sing to me, and it was bliss