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
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