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.