Some cats scratch, with vigor, at a closed door.
Others opt to open doors with a roar.
A hole in the ground is home to a hare.
This open door policy is a dare.
Catch me if you can is its lore.
Blue Sky, the bird’s highway, a clever cure,
For claustrophobic “tired of their rooms” whore…
Foliage’s a door ajar for a Deer.
At the end of my hall, an empty chair…
Outside, there’s NO doors – hike across the moor.