The Blue Door

Do not stare
at the little blue door
in the corner
of my bedroom;
lest it opens
and you are pulled
into the darkness within.

Do you see it,
all its four feet by two,
big enough to go through
if you crouch a little?
Do you hear
flapping of wings
like insects trying to escape?
Or is the flip-flip
just the leaves outside
my window brushing
against each other?

Do not stare
at the little blue door.
If it is still there,
do not be tempted to go in.
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9 December 2005
(revised 19 December 2005 )
(revised 30 July 2006)