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.