All these are for you...

A squirrel scrambled through the branches at night.

It was not the time squirrels loiter about,

Bats might get them,

Snakes might be crawling,

But this was a hungry squirrel,

And had not the ways to control it's hunger.

It scourged around and finally found a nut.

Holding it up to see it in the dark,

The squirrel saw the moon behind the nut,

It stood there looking,

Looking at it brought tears to it's eyes.

An angel passing asked the squirrel

"What do you want?"

The squirrel replied

"Maybe someone will give me the moon someday"

And my hunger will be quenched.

Lifted it's tiny paws up to wipe its nose,

Squeak squeak it said twice,

The moon made no noise back,

It just radiated,

silent and spectacular,

The Angel smiled,

"But I have already given it away to someone"

She looked at the squirrel kindly

"But that is what I want, give it to me"

said the Squirrel.

More tears in it's eyes.

"If you don't like it belonging to another,

I'll hide it from you.

But what is given to another,

Can't truly be given to you"

Said the angel, and with a wave of her hand,

She hid it away.

saying "What do squirrels want to do with the moon anyway?"

The squirrel crawled back into it's burrow dejected,

saying "I want the moon, or nothing else."

You can hide it from me,

But it is there,

And I want it.