The television’s sound was piercing the air.

Its strange distortion caught my ear.
I get angry when I feel that tug.

As I walk to the distraction’s source,
I see that it has changed its tack.
The ugly advertisement has finished.

Now the screen shows a golden eagle flying high.
I marvel at the bird’s elegant flight.
I remember my visit to the mountains last year.
I still feel awe at the beauty of nature.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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