From Unpredictable Hue, 2019.
Air-Conditioned Battle on Carpet
One two three
pterodactyl. Four
five six bites
my head off
razor-sharp name-calling teeth
at work. I judge it
seven eight
angry nine soon ten.
I strike hard
hands and feet
with claws out. The old reptile
scurries to her desk.
(shadorma chain)
7/11/18
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Oh goodness. I love the metaphors and word choice in this poem. So vivid and striking. I worked with a woman who was just like the reptilian pterodactyl type you describe. Thankfully she was in a different department to me so I could limit my interactions with her.
Thank you. You know, my corporate days are almost three decades in the past, but I still feel them very vividly in memory…