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.