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.