When Oscar sits on the windowsill
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 then rolls round upon his back
And waves his long striped tail.
But after Oscar’s greetings done,
He’s off to do his rounds.
He sets off from the white door
To the long thin gardens end.
Every inch of soil and seed
Is subject to his nose.
The garden looks one way to us,
But he can see much more.
I wish that Oscar cat could talk
And tell us what he’s found.
Ten thousand spider’s weaving webs,
A slow worm on the ground.
A million ants climb up the rowan,
I sometimes watch them too.
I see the striped wasps and honey bees
In this small natural zoo.
The hedgehogs sweet have long been gone,
but we have diverse birds.
Oscar sits on my tall stool.
He watches them for hours.