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.