The Sunlight and Mr. Puss

She walked through the forest, looking for the sun.  It had been days since she saw it, and still she saw none.  It was then she grew tired, and wept without care; it was then she was mired in her own blasé faire. 

She slept for awhile, for the first time in days.  When she awoke, she decided to pray.

"Help me, dear presence.  Help me, old soul.  Tell me what sweet lamp will fill up my oil."

Just then she heard him, and looked all around.  His eyes were aglow as he whispered her sound. He hissed her name.  "Sweet Mary", he said.  She knew him with instinct, she knew his great head.

"Why, hello, there cat." She sang, in E flat.  "Hello Mr. Puss.  You big old cougar, you old sweet cuss."

He purred without care, and tumbled around.  He showed his large belly, and pawed at the ground.

Finally, he stood, and majestically said, "Sweet Mary, sweet Mary, you've lost your head.  Look you, dear soul, look you right there.  The sun, it awaits, if you'd just have a care. She's been waiting for you, many a day.  Sweet Mary, sweet Mary, just walk that way."

She did look, just as he asked.  She looked and she marveled, as it sparkled like glass,  Just round the bend, just over the hill, the sun showed her light and gave her her fill.

She gasped, and turned, to thank that big cat.  He was gone on a whisker, without even a pat.   He had left a gold trinket, right there on the ground.  She took it and read it, and laughed quite out aloud.

"Sweet Mary", it said, "always be true.  Stay on the path and you cannot be blue."