A Cry In The Night

There was a cry in the night
And I woke with a start
Who's cry had it been?
And what on earth did it mean?
Passion, smoky and filled with love?
Or anger, the frustration of the unjust?
I laid my head down once again
And wondered if the cry had been enough
To assuage the feeling of hate or love
Or would the beast that had roared
Need more to end its lust?
And would there be blood or babies
Come the morrow light?
I turned over and went back to my rest
After all
It hadn't been my cry
And I was tired by the by