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.