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.