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.