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.