With MILO

Its often I go around with Milo.....
The outskirts of this countryside.....
Talking with him, through the willow....
He shows the way, walking aside ......

Often walks in front of way.....
Its when we're done with our meal...
I find him happy and gay...
and smoking with him gives a different feel.....

I smoke a joint and for him, too...
I need to exhale the smoke in his face.....
Oh! It's amazing and its stupidity too.....
But its a different feel like I said, walking in a different pace.....

While resting I talk about my Darling with him.....
He reflects the answer through his sparkling eye.....
Its fun, its amazing, even he talks about Jim....
Gives a sign for his girl who's miles away; with a cry....

Its not that Milo is just my pet....
We're friends and we're brothers too.....
We have promises that are to be kept....
And its not only we're walking here....
Sometimes we go for hunting too....