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.