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 death'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.