I'm a feline of a different sort, too young to be de-clawed, too old not to know better.
Embedding my nails into fragile things, leather and lace, tablecloth and tapestry, satin and silk.
Not out of malice, just out of mere curiosity for the underneath.
With elegant arches I will climb, I will bend, and I will posses.
With soft pads I will prance, I will move without sounds, I'll creep up from behind.
With inquisitive minds I will dig, I will pry, I will uncover.
Don't ask me to put you back together, I will only bury your pieces.
Don't ask me to make glue of my words, I will only give you silence.
Don't ask me to make light of a situation I will only leave you in the dark.
Too swift to be steady
Too slick to stay
Too smart to settle
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