In moon’s silver glow,
white chest bouncing in the dark,
whiskers catch whispers.

ki no moto ni / shiru mo namasu mo / sakura kana

under the trees / soup, fish salad, and everywhere / cherry blossoms

Three birds and a bench.
Two humans stroll by, lovers;
are they watching us?

My dear love, Autumn.
Red leaves and gold; gentle sun.
Cool air caresses.