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.