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.