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.