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.