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.