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.