at first they think they  hear a    
  bird,  an elusive call they  can't  
  place, and they will linger. lured  
  by the trills (we create synthetic  
  trills to saturate and confuse the  
   senses)  they edge nearer.  until  
  they are suddenly too close. then   
  our full call in all it's majesty,  
  piercing them and enflaming a fake  
   love  to  drench   all   others!   
                                      
                        
                                      
                        
                                      
  and then,  we  quickly pull  away   
   that new love, and they  shall be  
   like  moths, searching  for  any   
  glimmer, anything to  nurture this  
  new  and fiery need we  instilled   
      in     their      hearts.