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.