Description: True story, all the way. she's still buried under the porch ledge of the place we lived in years ago. I've submitted this before, but this site needs more lightening up, as usual.
I didn't get why it was called Shannon. Was the mantis' name Shannon? I thought it was comical though, something that is rarely founf in my poetry. I liked it and I think that I'm going to check some of your other stuff now. Keep Writing. ~Caotic~
Awww, that was sad that it died. The poem was a little funny though. Especially the end. The last two lines were hilarious. I'm not really that fond of cats though. When I was little, I watched one of them kill a bird. The poor bird didn't even have a chance. I guess it's because of that, that I don't like them, and because...well they're not really the best kind of pet to have. Even though I have one right now. But getting back to the poem, I loved the rhyming and how you named it. That made me smile. Great work. I really enjoyed reading this. I needed a good laugh. Thanks.
Hahaha! I get it . I felt like reading something fun[ny]. Thanks
Anyways, I didn't like how these 2 lines read. I think the repitition of "her" ruined it. If you can come up with something else, then I'd suggest changing that:
until the cat ate her and coughed her up the next day;
I'm not so sure why you chose Shannon as the title. It's a name, airport, city, and town. I guess you meant it to be the name. Anyhow, this was good
Ha ha ha. I could just see the shades of green, and the cat sitting cleaning herself after her delicious snack. The nonchalant way you said she's just as pretty as before/only more chewed up was a good way to put it and showed originality and creativity, as does your work overall.