Brisco's new dew

[Bunx]

MMM what is this dew;
Brisco thought, day anew.
I love the smell of this moss,
oh but what about the cost?

Losing my best friend.

"Briskey, tis ok man,
every land is ours.
No need for this,
monotonous plan."
I said when the hour
ticked ten.

I thought this
with a pleasent bliss
that I always miss
my cat, just like a hat.
Though our head never flies.

SKYS, thought Brisco.
Open sky.

"Hey Brisco, your always mine man."