An interesting lock you say
What do you think it keeps at bay?
The birds seem to be sleeping there
Or are they trying to unsecure the lair?
Surely birds have not the strength
To break that chain of length
A curious puzzle to unfurl
And what of the lock’s strong curl
You wonder what is kept within
Or without? Could it have been
A happening that’s locked inside
A wicked secret they wish to hide?
I prefer a much less dire
Reason for locking in–retire
A memory so sad and bleak
It’s locked in, to not wreak
Sorrow on the holder of the key.
Because my friend, the holder’s me.