Out at night, I saw a squirrel Lying in a ditch beneath a great elm tree. Grey and weak, his tiny eyes revealed The secret of this vigil strange and free. Hour after hour he pursued, Weaker and weaker you grew Squirrel, friend, I see you lying and there's Nothing I can do to bring you back. Grey and weak, your tiny eyes don't understand The strangeness of this pain you feel. All through the night you will lie, Each moment d**h's hour draws nigh. Silently, your hooded brothers lay you down To sleep forever into time. Peace, at last, has come upon you As a Mother's fading whispers to her child. Hour after hour I pursued, Though you are gone I will still remember you.