An Adrenalin Moment. Poem by Miki Byrne

The canine dug deep.
Penetrated skin in a split second.
left a small grinning mouth upon
the back of my hand. Blood welled.
Trickled like strawberry sauce down
the pale slope of a scoop of ice-cream.
I saw the gleam of tendon.

Showing like a slender white worm.
This unexpected view into the workings
of my hand was strange and fascinating.
I felt adrenalin ripple through me and pain
shot simultaneously to my fingertips
and elbow. I leapt back. Told myself
I should not have tried to stroke that dog.