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. |