Sunday Runners

Joggers stagger up and down the steep streets,
Pounding the pavement with their lagging feet,
Some huff and puff, and some chant their mantras;
Some fly by in silence whilst other are ‘panters’,
Some dawdle as they warble their favourite ditties,
And some rasp broken bars of flitting melodies,
Some hum while they run, and others whistle,
Some spit, some fart, some gasp and some grizzle;
In this guise they provide a wide variety
of sounds that abound round the town in a frenzy,
Yet despite this tumult, the result is the same;
They’re all running to nowhere with nothing to gain.

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on www.twitter.com/@bhhburns