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.