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.