In the nucleus of the Southwest
His eyes rule wildlife,
As kings with crowned heads reign.
Night is no obstacle.
The moon paves his way
As the odyssey of his expedition begins.
Over the prairie and plains,
Through cactus and prickly pear,
The terrain is his friend.
And his eyes lead him wherever
He wants to go.
Whatever he wants to explore
Is waiting.
He does it alone
Except for the spirit that follows him,
Guides him, and leads him. Side by
Side with his shadow, he howls
His power and pride. Others hide
From the wolf-the ruler of midnight. |
