Oscar with your long black smoke fur,
your eyes, of bright coppery gold,
Imperious and demanding, yet lovable
As you stalk by looking so bold.
With eyes a-flash and tail a-twitch,
Boss you say, and its true you are,
For I jump to do whatever you ask,
My darling Oscar, you are a star.
Little boy, more precious than gold,
You who so quickly stole my heart,
I tell you till the wind ceases to blow,
In your paws you'll hold my heart.
Copyright © Grace Tolson
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