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.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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