He stands tall, with dark beautiful eyes.
His coat is that of shiny black velvet.
Across fields in the moonlit sky, he soars.
Leaps with grace and vigor.
We call him Blaze, our choice, no,
he once belonged to another.
Abuse he faced, in his previous home,
so I brought him to his brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem