The house will not yield
Storm blows through another night
But we aren’t dead yet
The long, winding road
A dead hare, so forsaken
Like a lost puppet
Cotopaxi’s peak
In front, off to fetch water
Dead horse in the brook
Condors arriving
Around the dead goat, their meat
The circle of life
Torch light in a cave
Painting hands, dead bulls and deer
Hunter’s fame to last
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.de/
PS. I've forgotten one, just found the note:
Snow falling slowly
A blanket covering all
Dead bodies below
