It's Two Haiku Tuesday again! So... write a couple of haiku about: floating.
How is it the end of April already? On top of days and weeks, Max must also be eating months now. It's the only possible explanation for his size.
With a whispered word
I'm launched skyward to hang with
Cupid on his cloud.
* * *
I fly like a bird,
safe beyond the reach of stress...
until the rope breaks.