Really Early Wednesday

Jewel-like dew on a spider's web
All the rest are still in bed
Count the snails on the garden wall
Listen to the blackbird's call
Up the path and through the gate
"Hurry up or we'll be late".

Grey clouds hang in the morning skies
Curtains closed from prying eyes
Workers leave by their front doors
Vapours rise from cold exhausts
Bottles rattle in the milkman's float
He's wrapped up warm in his duffle coat.

On passed the shop with the iron grill
Now all the road is quiet and still
I'll put these letters in the post
Then get home for some tea and toast
I must remember when I get back
To put out the bin and tie up the sack.

An odd paperboy rides out of sight,
His B.M.X. all clean and bright.
Then comes a crash and then a scream
He must have pranged his new machine
But she turns the corner down the alley
The day's begun and here comes Sally.