Haiku of this kind are both easier and harder than one would think. With surprising regularity, I find the perfect middle line in my head to have six syllables as opposed to seven. Not eight and not five, but six. Exactly one less than the form requires. I wonder if there is something specific to English that draws it towards a phrase of six syllables right after one of five. I don't know. In either case, here are some more of my successful haiku.
Vultures high above.
All that remains of a fox.
Life and death and life.
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Frozen solid lake.
Three wolves stand in the middle.
Winter serenade.
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Snakes on dry, hot sand.
Tumbleweeds bounce to new homes.
Succulent cacti.
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Indigo bunting.
Jet black crows in nearby field.
Potential strange flock.
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Dormant, brown tree limbs
Against a polished blue sky.
Past, present, future.
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Moss-covered boulders
Flanking a raging river.
Behold yin and yang.
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Blue jays. Cardinals. Crows.
Pheasants. Turkeys. Starlings. Doves.
Diverse sky masters.
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