The Tooth Faery
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
SHE DASHES IN FLEETING
HUMANS IN THEIR BEDS
LAY SLEEPING
IN A TINY VELVET BAG
UNDER THE PILLOW LAY
A TINY WHITE TOOTH
WHICH SHE WHISKS AWAY
SHE IS SO QUIET
THAT NOBODY STIRS
HER TINY WINGS BEATING
SOUND LIKE CATS PURRS
WITH A GENTLE HAND
SHE PLACES A COIN
AND FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW
THE NEXT CHILD SHE'S GOING
TO REMOVE A LOST TOOTH
AND REPLACE IT WITH SILVER
AND A SPRINKLE OF FAERY DUST
BUT SHE CAN'T LINGER
THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE
BEFORE THE NIGHT IS GONE
TO RETURN TO THE FAE WORLD
TIL NIGHT NEXT COMES ALONG
Copyright © Lunar Waite | Year Posted 2012
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