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.