Which are not at all “Butterfliegen”, no matter what the siblings Brumm may have claimed! 😉 Anyway, my Facebook readers got this fresh off the press, all others get it now: the latest from the Bad Poets’ Society (including a teensy, weensy change).
If you lay your hand on my belly here
You’ll feel the echo of my heartbeat
Like the flutter of a million butterflies
They look to me for nourishment and I,
I look to you,
The sun in my sky