WASH W w Haiku #46 I am a leaf on The wind, watch how I soar; he Smiled at her and died. H h Tanka #19 Nobody gets me, He mumbled to himself. Zoë Comes closest to it. But if she didn’t love me Would she really understand? T t Haiku #47 The dinosaurs are Friends, to ward of loneliness He feels in the Black. H h Haiku #48 Children!?!? Those rug rats, Knee biters, takers of time. Maybe Zoë’s right. H h Haiku # 49 Flying is his peace, Zoë is his passion, no Peace there – he smiles wide. H h Haiku #50 Flying is his life; His home, his income, his wife. Flying is his life. H h Haiku #51 He landed safely. His last thought was of his wife; She was down safely. H h Haiku #52 No one can touch his Lamby-toes; this he knew from Before she was his. H H Tanka #20 Mal’s insensitive, Uncaring, unruly and Most of the time, right. His worst quality is his Devotion to my dear Zoë. T t Haiku #53 Niska brought out my Worst, or as Mal said to me; I played what he dealt.