Moonkey
Hatman holds the key
catches a swallowtail lift
unlocks the Full Moon
— Earthling wolves begin to howl —
the pregnancy rate rises
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
The night gives you a lot of nice promises…
and who knows what happens (nine months after)
Ah, I love this and I cackled at the last line. That was a perfect ending to this piece. Excellent work.
Great tanka, Ron. Captures the artwork’s essence.
Love the tanka…..and oh yes….strange things happen at full moon! Smiled at that final line 🙂
I’m amused that the pregnancy rate followed the howling wolves!
Sorry, couldn’t resist!
I am laughing at the end. It is full moon magic, I say.
Hahahaha this is absolutely brilliant! Yes, the full moon is capable of many things … influencing is one of them 😀
This is wonderful Ron — and I love your closing line… 😉
haha – I am with the others the closing line made me laugh. Who knows?
This one made me laugh too, thank you Ron – brilliant!
If you had left it as a haiku, Ron, it would have been purely ekphrastic; turning it into a tanka took it to another realm – and made me chuckle!
I couldn’t decide what this painting was all about. Now I know. Thanks 🙂
I love the humor in this poem Ron. It made me smile. Full moon… the key to romance!!
You have to watch out for those wolves.
Thank you for the explanation, and the laugh!
Chuckles 😉 A delightful interpretation, Ron!
There may be an influx of babies being born in November and December based on the dates of the pandemic!
Have the midwives caught on yet? 😂
Love this, Ron. Chuckle at the end.