It's louder. It gives you a lot of butterflies. Because they're sitting on top of us, so you can just feel it, get the jitters on your back and all that.

It gives the appearance of butterflies flying up the walls.

Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart.

And many an ante-natal tomb When butterflies dream of the life to come.

The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow. - Joaquin Miller (pseudonym of Cincinnatus Hiner Miller),

Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?