Write a poem

In September, the sky feels bluer and the birdsong sounds clearer. Meow~ In that time, I spend each day dreaming with a little more leisure. Meow~ I feel the beginning of fall as I watch the sunlight shining through the leaves. Meow~ In the fragrance of flowers carried by the wind and the languidness, I smile and enjoy my own time. Meow~ 🍁☀️😌