Hungry predators knock at the stable door
And voices within say
“Do not intrude upon our lock,
We are Secure and Stable.”
Knowing full well the outside
the fear to open holds.

Knowing that Stability and Security
Have to go together,
And understanding the knocking
In a land of shelters
The door is not wanted.
As guilty as the predator
I stay within.
Hands Holding a See-Saw Door