Her wings fluttered a little as it burned its way down.

Its wings fluttered, changing from green to blue and then to yellow.

Just looking at him was enough to set dark wings fluttering in the crimson night.

The bird took a step on its branch, wings fluttering.

Oh, he didn't hear the wings fluttering anymore, but she still had that glow about her.

Black wings fluttered around him, and his soul was filled with shadows.

The wings fluttered frantically as it tried to escape, then gave up.

The wide, white wings of the hawk fluttered and for the second time the bird screamed.

She got off the sofa and began walking around the room, her wings fluttering absently.

Truly, she did, though her heart was a wounded thing, a bird with one wing only, fluttering in small circles to the ground.