The Crow and the Butterfly

There's a crow and a butterfly That do a little dance, When I throw my shutters wide They flit around and prance. My bird feeder attracts the crow My bush the butterfly, But privacy it seems bestows Some act they try to hide. How quickly both jump up and glide To scurry from the scene, You'd think that with my shutters wide I'd see something obscene! There's a crow and a butterfly That do this little dance, And if I were not wiser, why I'd swear it was romance! Timothy I. Brumley