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.