Simon´s Sonnet

Simon´s Sonnet.. Simon is full of glissandi and spondee today and writes poetry for the literati; that is ok, it is good to know wonderful words. I sit on the terrace facing east, a sparrow has a nest nearby, it sits on the phone line shrieks without the slightest hint of glissandi, want me to go away sees me a threat to its eggs. It never learns saw it last year when it was protesting my presence. But in the end it realized I was not a risk and took to sing with much spondees, impressing it mate. But Simon is right if we go on ending the habitat for song birds, we leave crickets to annoy musical ears, when heralding spring.