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.