What was that?

Was it a bird twittering through the woods?

Or was it the shacked-hut stove-stop crackling?

Was it the sigh of misery amongst the hood?

Maybe it was my heart beating.

Was it a flash of blinding light?

Or was it more than that?

Maybe it was a heated fight,

Or just a roadside cat.

Was it a bullet through the wind?

Or a rat scurrying?

Was it a horse kicking its hind?

Or just a desk-jockey hurrying.

Was that a falling soldier?

Or just a dropped mannequin?

Maybe it was a locking bolster,

Or the neighbor on his Mandolin.

Was it a sign of war?

Or a fight in the locality?

Was it a crashing car?

What happened to all the sanity?