I wish you could see what I do.

This photo

it’s a lie.

Sinopa doesn’t look like this,

not to me.

Underneath the lace,

the soft eyes,

there’s a vixen.

Have you watched a vixen

prowling the forest?

Sniffing out where the weak,

the vulnerable,

are hiding from her.

It’s tricky,

to avoid her senses.

She’s low to the ground,






relying on the atmosphere,

her ability to read each small sign.

These signs

they lead her in

for the kill.

Seeking the fragile point.

Where you’ll break easily.




This was written from Mindful writing prompt #2: People – at WOWH


Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

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