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.