These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Free-Spirit Dandelion

This nothing day, it feels so free. Just time to go explore.
With Fluff in bag, no clock to punch, these play days I adore.
The tippy toes, I spin and twirl. I can't come down today.
The world is my full canvas JOY! These feelings I can't say!

"Oh, Fluff, look at the dandelions! My littlest days I played with these!
I'd roll around and watch them fly. I'd blow them like a breeze!
We really should take time, right now, to play with them again!
I wonder where the seeds will go, and what new ground they'll win."

She picked one, nearly smushed on face, transported quick to times gone by,
the little girl exhaled her gale, white fluffs into the big, blue sky.
Miss Gentle Purr, now alive again as swung around by arms
began to sound like Fluff's great din with eyes in full alarms.

"Oh, Fluff, my Fluff! So sorry I'm." She stopped, and looked around.
"Am I now guilty of kitty crime? Will I to jail be bound?"
Her feline friend bemused extreme, relieved to be released,
now quick transformed by love it seems, her purrs to girl increased.

Her mouth as cotton a swig she drank. She gave some to her friend,
while cooing softly tuned with purr to help this breach to mend.
She knelt so close, extended arms, and waited for a leap,
that showed dear Fluff embraced her, too, and would her master keep.

The hurt so small, the love so large, the day so full of dreams,
returning to the white puffballs, she blew to sunlight gleams.


line count: 22
poetry form: 5 quatrains & one couplet of iambic heptameter or octameter
prompt number: 22 (February 22nd, 2026)

by Jay O’Toole
on February 27th, 2026