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.