Micah Yates Poems

The old armadillo
Could deny it no longer,
The cold got colder
And the winds got stronger.
...

A bird of prey,
Is what they say,
But I do not like meat.
Instead some greens,
...

I made a wish,
Upon a fish,
Who swam through the sky.
It twinkled bright,
...

I eat the dead
And stick my head
Into the rotting remains of a carcass
The guts are tasty
...

A snuff, a snort, a huff, a growl,
A female lion is on the prowl.

It scans the land with it’s all-seeing eyes,
...