Attached to pigeon, long since dead,
Which rested in its weary flight,
Revealed at last, exposed to light,
A folded scrap, a paper shred.
The secret words could not be said,
Their import far too great, instead
A cypher expert had to write,
The coded message.
Top secret words in code embed,
And seal them in a capsule red,
Then send them flying through the night.
With Bletchley Park within its sight,
Fate took a hand and left unread
The coded message.
© Marilyn Brindley
Quest to crack secrets of lost D-Day pigeon
Marilyn is a retired primary school head teacher, who now has the time to indulge in the writing and reading the works of other creative individuals. She blogs at http://hangingonmyword.
