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.