A man was hiking in the woods,

He loved the smell of the crisp mountainous air.

Everywhere he looked, rays of sun were bursting through the trees,

It was such a moment of solitude,

Such that he thought nothing could possibly end these moments.

He then ran his fingers through his rough beard, kneeling in a state of qualm,

His vision, as clear and as shrewd as it was, could not shake off this sight.

Although he could not distinguish the corpse, it was fresh in it's rancid smell,

He knew at that moment, from the rustling of the leaves,

and the quiet yet ferocious sound of rumbling and hate,

He had to make a choice, whether to run or stay, 

He thought of his fate , and he sprinted.

He did not look back as the slender predator had him in his sights.

he kept his pace and saw no way out,

yet on his path ahead laid a cliff, steep and unoticeable.

With instinct taken over and adrenaline blinding him, he fell over the edge in a race.

He caught himself only by a stiff branch, it was unimaginably lucky.

As the predator slowly appeared above him, he couldn't find a way to save himself.

He took his eyes off the beast, and glanced upon a single strawberry hanging from a vine.

He reached over and plucked it, then took a bite.

And it was the best strawberry he had ever tasted in his life.