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.