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.