by Ashley Matthews
The Black Prince
He was black, but his heart was gold.
Always caring, he never scold.
Prince was born in a closet
on the morning of a beautiful summer day-
along with 1 brother and 2 sisters-
who were sold to neighbors.
He was chosen from the others-
to serve a great life.
I watched him grow-and grow-and grow-
until he was old-4 years old-
87 in cat years (or so I'm told)
He never killed a fly-nor bird-nor mouse.
Prince always stayed inside the house.
Until one day-
when he decided to stroll along the sidewalk-
around the block-
never to be seen again.
Some say he was stolen,
some say he was stupid enough to walk in front of a car-
but I know he would never do that-
because he is my hero-
my Black Prince,
always the one to save the day
He was Black, but his heart was Gold
Always caring, he never scold.
I love you Prince!!!!
Ashley Matthews