ZOE Z z Haiku #39 She detest weakness And has no use for backbirths Strength is her watchword. H h Haiku #40 A gun in her hand Feels more natural than a Flower in her hair. H h Tanka #15 Wash has never let Her down. He’s always ready With a joke or a Quip to lighten her mood or Swoop in for a save. T t Haiku #41 Mal watched her back, through Blood and gore; except when she Chose to take a mate. H h Haiku #42 Love didn’t change her Intensity, it deepened It if anything. H h Haiku #43 Her arched eyebrows and Steely cold voice can cut as Deep as her best blade. H h Haiku #44 No one touched her heart With the love that her husband Could. Good bye Hoban. H h Haiku #45 With lead flying and Her two men by her side, she Will take on anyone. H h Tanka #16 She wants his baby, Don’t matter where they live or How. She ain’t afraid To have something that would show The ‘verse… That they love. T t Tanka #17 She stands there looking At his grave site. Seeing but Not seeing. He’s gone. No more jokes, nor dinosaurs, No more hearing, “Lamby-toes”. T t Tanka #18 She’ll hold true, she said. With power and muscle And the love of her Friends, she’ll hold true; for Who else will remember him?