Pop Pop Pop. All night

Crack Crack Crack. There’s light

As the noise dies a new sound appears

The woes of some fall on deaf ears

Others thrive from the fear

Shelves empty

But Wait

It’s the little things 

Pop Pop Pop goes the kernels

A full bowl still rings

Wind still float on a birds wings

In the distance, the forest still sings

It’s the little things

Twigs still crack

Animals hope for a snack

Night and day go back to back

Fowl still quack

It’s the little things