The Art of Haiku

i just google'd haiku, and found this:

In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.

So deep.
Here are some of mine:

seventeen year bug
large black cloud coming towards me.
end of the world near.

oh jon secada-
have you been hiding out, too?
i miss your music.

i need some protein
and want some crunchiness, too --
cicada kabobs!

chirping sound in air --
afraid to venture outside
will they attack me?

mom's old memory --
crunch under foot, bugs waist deep.
up to her tutu.

(from cybermom)
Chirping ruckus breaks
seventeen years of slumber
and fades to silence.

Lyndsey's Experience:
Mom says to me... Lynz,
Big cicada on your back.
Bad bug memory.

As I type these words...
Burrowing towards the surface
Prepare for attack.

Brood X is coming.
Load cry of the mating call...
Reproduce, then die.