Out From Within the Shadow

It opens.

It closes.

It's locked up at night

and I can sleep soundly

knowing all is alright.

My cat can wander

in and out of his flap.

The cold air can enter here

if it's open a gap.

Those whom have access

as in my home they live,

to keep it locked,

a key

to them I give.

A gate right there beyond it,

for my garden,

to keep secure;

is a bit of extra protection for my door.

When unlocked it's break time

and time for me to take stock.

To visit me at these times

there's no need to knock.

Open to the world,

vulnerable,

yet free,

to anyone who wants to

if it's me they want to see.

When it's locked up tightly

so I can reset my pace,

it's still available for access,

as a doorbell is in place.