The Forest
The warm air softly brushed my otherwise cold face; the trees whistled tunes to my soft ears. My emerald green eyes scanned the scene and it seemed as if for a second everything was at peace. The shadows climbed the steep hillside beside it the river runs free, flowing forever. The sun beat down on the dirty ground evaporating the sweat of running joggers.
Looking deep into the forest's trees, the light shined off a fox's golden eyes, its intimidating eyes looking at me, ready to eat. Fresh meat. My heart now beating so fast, I could almost dance to it. Sweat began to pour from my forehead, down my pointy nose and sour red lips before dropping from my chin. Stepping left carefully, as if any step could be my last, carefully avoiding any sticks that could trigger the animals immediate strike. Then suddenly a snap. The sound of a branch snapping echoed around the silent forest, I could sense the fox licking its lips at the sight of a defenceless prey out in the open. My heart skips a beat. The fox springs itself forward starting to chase me down. I'm terrified. By now its right beside me, I could practically feel deaths icy touch on my shoulder, my time was up. In the hot sun I could see its predator like features as I turned round to see if I was safe. It's short powerful white furry legs, red striped head, and those golden orbs again, piercing me from the inside.
Closer and closer, the deadly predator gains ever so closer to his next meal. In the forest.
In the forest, willow trees whisper words, rabbits run from hole to hole and birds fly for freedom. The birds float along the winds currents before dipping their wings in the liquid sun. They claim the skies for themselves, while the fat worms roll over in the mud, the bird swoops down fluently and gracefully catching them in his smooth beak. A bird may open his beak to sing in the spring or summer; its tunes bring life to the bleak forest.