5am and all asleep. <br />Door softly unlatched, <br />We silently leave. <br />Soon footsteps on grass. <br /> <br />Slowly we run laughing <br />Like two thieves in the night; <br />Crisp air in our lungs, <br />Displaced dew mapping flight. <br /> <br />Pace changes to a walk <br />When we reach our sun path; <br />Nature's sounds that quietly talk, <br />As we look and hold hands. <br /> <br />Before we know it, it's seven. <br />In trouble we will be, <br />So rush back to set table <br />And make breakfast tea. <br /> <br />All awake dig in and eat. <br />Silent eyes smirk red cheeks. <br />Morning business has started, <br />No-one noticing our feet.<br /><br />Shelley Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-walk-4/
