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.