Do you prefer doors or windows?

Tip toes whisper to the ice floor,

Making sure that the secrets are kept sacred amongst each other.

But the door knows too,

And the door is not the silent type.

The door is boisterous, brash, a blabber-mouth.

The door squeals secrets to all,

And the tip toes scurry but know that hiding has fallen to shambles.

The door is nothing but a deceptive villain.

Maybe next time try befriending the window.