Eyes pointed straight at me Straight as a finger as though they were damming me. I felt cold shivers and a burning sensation rose high in my cheeks as I step each toe to the grown daring not to make a sound. With each heels raise slightly in fear as though on hinges, my movements became steady. Like that of a lever on a piano. Intricate enough to think that I was a wild cat closing in on prey. Though it was quite the opposite. I was the prey. I stifled a cry… And saw a pair of pure emerald green eyes lurking at the corner of a bush. My heart beat slowed as I realised this creature with long spindly arms was pointing. It was pointing at the direction to my next escape route. My eyes gleamed with gratitude as a forged my way through the trees careful enough no to go near the creature.