We are into organic living.
The living room teems
with fauna and finned friends
coexisting.

My Moonga, my man and I,
together we keep the stream clean,
and allow ourselves to be
both soil and seed,
vine and weed,
duality in harmony.

It's not strange for an octopus
to occupy our couch-side lamp,
or for an arm to become a branch,
or hand a perch for songbirds
echoing ancient chants.

Yes, we enjoy our open concept plan.

My Moonga, my man and I,
confident in all circumstances.

Even in the face of threats,
the apprehension of tyranny,
we pose for the cameras,
keep a neutral stance.

My Moonga, my man and I,
with Mars on our side,
we remain confident.

©2025|K.F. Hartless

Cover Art: Surreal Brazilian Artist Rafael Silveira

5 responses to “My Moonga, My Man”

  1. Bob Avatar

    Wonderful. When I got to the line, “Yes, we enjoy our open concept plan.” it put a big smile on my face.

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    1. Thank you. I had fun imagining my Moonga man.

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  2. a fun read with delightful images esp the red coral Moonga man —

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    1. Thanks, John. He’s a stick…but not in the mud. 🤣

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      1. hahahahahhah

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