We were just having a party,
all of us in our costumes.
When the businessmen arrived,
we put clown-fox heads on their
real heads. I didn’t know my
grandfather was there, still alive,
or that I was, somehow, still
five years old. All of us made our
noises then. All of us called out,
into the woods. We told our
secrets, everything we were
hiding inside, under all that fur
and makeup. We told each other
what it is we say. When the sun
came up, I wanted to know if
we could ever be the same.
The birds sounded the same
as all birds ever, anywhere.

After “The Fox,” by Ylvis. What by whom? You owe it to yourself to check it out! This one wasn’t by request, but big thanks to my cousin Kristin for introducing me to this song. If there’s a song you’d like me to write about, please let me know in the comments. Thanks!