What was that noise?
It wasn’t the loudest,
And yet,
It was quite profound,
In the stillness
Of the cold winter night.

It dropped on me,
Instead of creeping in,
Leaving me perplexed.

Why?
The foremost query.
Followed by
How?

What was that noise?
Was it the vestige
Of something
I’ve now lost?
I’ll not know,
Will I?
And yet,
I think I’ll keep asking,
Why?