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.