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.