When Oscar sits on the window sill
And sees someone within,
His mouth opens wide in soundless cry
He gives us his cat grin.
Oscar rubs around my legs.
He’s such a friendly soul.
He next rolls round upon his back,
He waves his long striped tail.
But after Oscar’s greetings done
He goes to do his rounds
He sets off from the white back door
To the long thin garden’s end.
Every inch of soil and plant
Is subject to his nose.
The garden looks the same to us,
But he can sense much more.
I wish that Oscar cat could speak
And tell us what he’s found.
Ten thousand spiders weaving webs,
A slow worm on the ground.
A million ants climb up the rowan,
I sometimes watch them too,
I see the wasps and honey bees
In this small rural zoo.
The hedge hogs have long been gone
But we have diverse birds
Oscar sits on our tall stool and watches them for hours,
How my heart sings 