Haikus at the end of summer

i am resounding
in the meadow morning, with
golden rye and turkeys
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a foggy morning,
the atmosphere broke and let
loose the sun's warm breath.
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i got lost and lost
the pretty turkey feather
with tan and brown stripes.
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the deer flick their white
tails, bounding brown through the brush.
beat it, you fuckers.
***
the sun lowers slow,
makes trees' shadows long, black stripes
across the still ground.