Ollie Bull's Night Adventure

In the quiet of the evening when the window lights grow dim a little cat

named Oliebol felt a calling deep within He stepped out

from the windowsill into the night so wide and still The garden gate

was open wide mystery waiting just outside Fireflies drifted in gentle streams

showing the path to forgotten dreams A heartbeat rhythm in the distant trees

come find the sound called the wandering breeze And though his paws were small

the forest felt like fate. He followed every sparkle past the ivy and the

gate Oliebol's adventure has only just begun. Chasing hidden echoes