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.