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.