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.