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.