Timothy Mcguire Poet Free verse

Flinched

I flinch at the growl
Of the junkyard dog 
And his hot breath on my neck
It is a cinch
He is going to rip me apart
If his chain has one more inch
My butt would be in a pinch
I'm praying that chain will clinch
And lynch
That devil dog

Just outside those snapping jaws
And under those razor claws
Back over the security fence
I hope no one saw me flinch

The junk man is 
In his office space
Laughing as that Yorkie 
Licks his face

What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
5/29/19

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Line Gauthier June 4, 2019 at 5:34 PM LOL don't blame you for being so jumpy, Timothy. A delightful poem with much rhythm. Timothy Mcguire June 4, 2019 at 6:56 PM I'm flinchy

Darlene De Beaulieu May 29, 2019 at 1:59 PM Hello Timothy McGuire, we all have our fears of some sort. For me it is elevator I got stuck in some, now I take the stairs. have a nce day my friend. Timothy Mcguire May 29, 2019 at 2:23 PM Thanks Darlene! You too!

P.S. Awtry May 29, 2019 at 1:43 PM Oh, you got me! I could just see this big black nightmare hound salivating and viciously barking.... One of my fears. Best of luck in the contest! Timothy Mcguire May 29, 2019 at 2:23 PM Thank you PS

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 29, 2019 at 8:09 AM Lol! Too funny! I happen to be Yorkie sitting at the moment. Been over a month, and that terrier bark frenzy every time she thinks she hears someone is going to be the death of me. Glued to my side, and me with noise sensitivity. ;) Timothy Mcguire May 29, 2019 at 2:24 PM That is funny! Thanks Maureen