“The Tooth Fairy Comes at Night”

When moonlight slips through canvas seams,

And fire fades to ember dreams,

Beware the flap of wings so light—

The Tooth Fairy comes in dead of night.

She giggles low with wicked glee,

No taller than a thimble be,

With needle claws and fangs so thin,

She crawls beneath your stubbled chin.

She hums a tune of cracked-white bone,

Of molars left and roots unknown,

She pries your jaws with splintered grace,

And grins up at your sleeping face.

One by one, she pulls and plucks,

Ignoring screams or biting bucks,

And when she’s done her gory chore—

She leaves a coin, then seeks one more.

So if you camp and snore too loud,

She’ll find your tent beneath a cloud.

Keep teeth brushed clean, or else take flight—

The Tooth Fairy feeds again tonight.