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.