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.