Thanks, Martin; no, not a cat, a fox. Work's a bit crazy at the moment, but I might be able to take time for writing this weekend.
Gheorge (Ghost of George) says he knows all there is to know about carrots; I'm not inclined to challenge him. My dad has a collection of exotic instruments, as it happens, although most of them are falling apart a bit. I think he bought them in Morocco.
I've been surprised by some of the poems chosen as winners since joining in for the contests. And one of the members has become rather intense, let's say, so I'll probably leave it until Sunday night to rush in, post a poem, rush out again, lol.
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