These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Fireflies and Bunny Hopes

Newish night with fireflies,
mysterious dancing lamps.
I look to see with all my tries.
They blink so oft their amps.

Floppy ears are near unseen
as sunset melts to night.
The statue sits as what has been
becomes a new thought bright.

Fireflies and bunny hopes,
restoring peace to heart
as resting 'mid all mental soaps
each moment to impart.

Bunny hopes and fireflies,
the simplest of our days.
Adults are left with silent cries
when child hearts leave dismayed.

As fireflies search the newish night,
and bunnies hope to hop,
th'environment oft creates a plight,
that makes the cycle stop.

Too hot, too cold, then how will live
these actors of the dark.
They grow, then fail, yet still they give
much pleasure with each spark.

The fireflies live lives so short.
Each bunny life the same,
but smallish lives have such import.
We see, but know no name.

Fireflies irratic flights,
the bunnies darting swift
bring joy to child hearts through the night
as weary days they lift.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 20th, 2025