His golden tail left a trail of feathers,
Those smooth ones which twinkled,
His wings flapped gloriously,
With him, by any problem, I never felt rankled.

He suddenly surged towards me,
It wasn’t a defence, but a pretence,
His glittering eyes gazed at me,
In which I didn’t find innocence.

Yes, he isn’t obedient!
He’s my naughty little gem,
But if anybody causes harm to him,
Ahem! I will fight with them.

Nobody might be trustworthy,
But I can believe my master of tricks!
All pure when it comes to faith,
I’m proud of ‘Cole’, my Phoenix!