A Little Deer

I move stealthily from tree to tree
I shadow you for hours
I make like I'm a little deer
Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear
All moral sense has gone
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on

We've Split The Wood And Stoked The Fires

Prompt from her space my space is split
To seperate into equally postions between 2 or more sections. Have you got something splitting in your space?














Lyrics from"God Is In The House" by Nick Cave

We've laid the cables and the wires
We've split the wood and stoked
the fires
We've lit our town so there is no
Place for crime to hide
Our little church is painted white
And in the safety of the night
We all go quiet as a mouse
For the word is out
God is in the house