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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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