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.