Needles
Clearly, my cat loves
Sound of her claws on
The floor, click-clicking;
Scratch-click-scurry-click;
Going on all night.
Except for when
She’s manicured
Her needle-like
Claws, her great pride.
Her whetstones,
Furniture
And carpets.
Outside
She’ll need
claws.
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