The Owl

Alexa La Plante

A juvenile owl sat upon a lofty perch of the Uinta canyon wall

His position was enviable and stoic

and resembled that of a throne, stained red with thick pillars

With satiny gray plumage as his vestment

and a heart-shaped face as his crown

His head moved back and forth on its 270° axis

His keen dilated eyes were watchful

He heard the trees rustle and the water move under our raft I fixated on him

His eyes penetrated mine

and offered me a glimpse of his world

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