Mussia M Bronstein
When I first saw him....
He was standing there with his head down,
Eating his green grass-food, as he kicked,
To flick the annoying flies that biting his back legs.
His shiny brown coat was unbelievable stunning,
That I just needed to touch and pet.
When I came closer to him, I was stung by his
Deep brown eyes, with his star-mark
Under his black mane, with a thick