Oh how a word misplaced a smidgen
can change its music to the ear,
imagine if a homing pigeon
were with a message to appear,
during the flight due to the rain
to talons holding on too tight,
to jet stream from a passing plane
and dew descending in the night
upon arrival there’s commotion
a note brought by those trusted birds
the journey crossing the big ocean
to send a bunch of simple words.
And in the haste and due to weather
the scribbled lines are somewhat blurred,
the shade provided by one feather
has covered up a single word.
I’ll shine the light now, do not worry
a smile should metamorph your face
the pigeon was in no big hurry,
the note was written double space.
A Misunderstanding
