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.