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.