Though the door

Though the red door,

you will see a lonely flaming monster.

Though the orange door,

you will feel a greasy finger

brush along your arm.

Though the blue door,

You will smell a burning fire  crackling.

Through the grey door,

you will hear someone walking towards you.

Through the green door,

you will see green blobs coming to eat you

for there lunch.

Through the brown door,

I fixed my eyes on bugs overtaking a hill.

Through the white door,

I felt snow land on my arm.