LXXXIII - The Fieldmouse and the Buttercup

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Laura Jayne at Pictures, Poetry & Prose poses a daily writing challenge.
The prompt for this poem was “Love”.

The Fieldmouse and the Buttercup

In a meadow full of flowers
A fieldmouse came to settle,
And there he met a buttercup
And they chatted, heart to heart
(Or maybe heart to petal).

They met quite often in the field
And would sit a while together;
But while each admired the other
They talked about the weather.

And never once did either guess
What the other one was thinking;
Even when their cheeks were flushed,
They put it down to drinking.

‘Til at last the fieldmouse said:
“I think it would be true
That thought the fields are full of flowers
There are no more like you!”

Replied the buttercup to the fieldmouse:
“What lovely things you say;
You too are sort of special,
In a mousey kind of way.

Said the fieldmouse to the buttercup:
“I think my joy’s complete!”
And he blushed a pink beneath his fur
And squirmed upon his seat.

Said the buttercup to the fieldmouse:
"O you are a gallant fellow!”
And she too blushed, an orange blush!
(Because to start with she was yellow.)

Then they sat there side by side,
Neither knowing what to say,
Then turned and both said at once:
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”

So now we see them sitting
As they sat so oft before;
Still talking about the weather
But holding leaf in paw.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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