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.