I got the "Haiku error list" message from a family member the other day, and while contemplating the Salon Haiku Contest (which is where most of those originated), I wrote this. I'm rather pleased with it, though of course I'm not planning on making a living writing poetry. Actual Haiku experts are welcome to tell me what I've done wrong.
Red sun, warm evening
stillness, your deadline draws near
gray plastic sits cold.
Bird across the moon
Fed-Ex has come now and gone
PC Load Letter.
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