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.