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.