Flutters

The butterfly flutters.

When I see a rainbow in the sky, my heart flutters with joy.

Then, like wolves ravening in a black fog, whom mad malice of hunger hath driven blindly forth, and their cubs left behind await with throats unslaked; through the weapons of the enemy we march to certain death, and hold our way straight into the town. Night's sheltering shadow flutters dark around us.

Mary flutters across the stage like a butterfly.

The butterfly is a light flower that flutters.