I don’t want to be a buttercup today,
A tenacious, yellow flower.
I’d rather disconnect the runners of my roots
And curl them up beneath me.
“Leave them be!” I want to shout to the rabbits
Who’ve come to nibble on my leaves
“Come back tomorrow.” to the sun
That opens up my petals,
Preferring to sleep for many hours.
But I am a little yellow buttercup,
As if I have a choice.
My runnered roots help hold the soil in place
Rabbits get sustenance from my lacy leaves
The sun’s warmth opens my yellow petals
Adding beauty to the meadow.
I know I’m just a buttercup.
But, do I have to be one, today?