Wish

A little boy trampling along the path
Blue shirt, his face troubled
Eyes darting around, looking for the sign
Of the forest guardian

A white bunny scurries before him
With fluffy ears twitching, image of the cloud
Looking at the boy, it says
"Little child, what is wrong?"

The boy speaks, a voice of innocence
"I am searching for the guardian
I have a wish to be told
A wish to be fulfilled"

They walk along the path, side by side
until they meet the fox
Reddish-brown coat, shimmering under light
And it speaks,

"Little child, what is wrong?
You do not look lost,
and certainly not cheerful
May I accompany you?"

Three is their number, a unique bunch
The boy in blue, the white bunny, the red fox
No further words exchanged, yet they understand;
'Look for the forest guardian'

At the end of the path, the guardian stands
Leaves of everlasting green, bark as brown as the soil
It a soft voice it speaks
"Little child, what is wrong?"

Tears in eyes, the boy says
"Dear guardian, I have a wish to tell
A wish to be fulfilled
Return to me my little cat"

"It has not moved since yesterday,
and it has not eaten its treats
Its fur loses the shine
and its eyes glaze over"

Shedding its leaves, the guardian smiles
"Return home, little child
Your place is not here
You do not belong here, but your little cat is"

"Return home, little child
One wish told, one wish unfulfilled
The cat stays, but remember always
Its heart, however small, is filled by you"

"Do not cry, do not despair,
Once your purpose is done, return here
You will be welcomed with warmth
and your little cat awaits"