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.