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.