Untitled, n = 1,894
Furry cat on furry bed,
twitching thoughts in dreaming head.
As I type you shake awake,
pardon me my rhyme outbreak.
n = 1,894; December 30th, 2016.
I was trying to write a poem that wasn't about writing a poem, so I wrote a poem about my cat, which turned into a poem about writing a poem.