Portal

A Magpie Tale

Don't lock your heart away from me;

I used to hold the key.

You opened up so easily,

communicating breezily.

But now you're looking freezily,

you've bolted from my knee.

When you were my little one

we used to have such fun.

Now you mostly sit and brood,

tumbling from mood to mood.

And so I ask, though it be rude,

when will this turn be done?