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.