Fiendish Little Circles Poem by Adrian Cox

Following footsteps
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.

Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.

The scent is strong
I expect it will jump out,
I hear myself breathing
whilst quietly looking about.

Suddenly in my face
a smiling circle with a frown,
I smack him over the head
terminally beat him down.

Left in excited shock
I'm ready to eat,
starting at the bottom
with its candy flavoured feet.

I feel other monsters
watching from afar,
eyes blinking in the darkness
little bar stewards!