butterflies for breakfast

i ate a bowl of butterflies for breakfast this morning

they don't go down easy

that's for sure

but i choke it all down

best that i can

gotta chase 'em

rest of the way

with the milk that remains

or they'll get stuck

the second they hit the bottom they start

flappin' away, flap

flap flap

flap

flap every second

a butterfly flaps its wings

and it starts to rain

hummingbirds rise from their slumber

in my chest

shaking the sleep from their wings

my breakfast a mere sixteenth

of these mighty birds, fluttering

fluttering

fluttering

oh, why hello there

mr. sun

how are you today?