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.