A Poem of how Balto Met Boris the goose.
A brown pup is alone.
No Parents.
No siblings.
Nothing but the winter cold breath brushing against his fur.
Each step gets him closer to the unknown darkness of the forest.
His vision blurred by snow storm in front of him.
His mind was full of questions and his belly was empty.
Emotions pierced the heart of the pup.
In his mind he sees a white wolf.
He imagines the warmth of her fur.
The confornting yellow eyes.
The calm nature of her voice.
Mother.
He mindlessly walks not knowing if his life will make the night
Where?
Where will go?
What will he eat?
Who will care for him?
Where was mother?
The questions buzzed around him like bees
Yet somthing inside of him told him to go on
The ground started to change under him,
It was no longer cold by the snow or hard like the ground under it
It was Soft type of texture through his paws
Suddenly water came to his paws.
He bent over to taste fresh water but found a bitter salt taste instead.
His body finally crashed to the cushoned ground he found.
His eyes stared at a slow rising sun with a crison, and purple sky.
His body ached.
Then darkness took him.
In one day his eyes shot open.
Shocked that he was alive.
He looked to see a 'wooden cave' he thought.
Then he felt feather-like hands on his back.
He quickly turned to growl but was only greeted with a warm smile.
A goose of all things saved him from death.
The goose asked him his name.
The pup responed "Balto".
The goose patted Balto on the head.
Balto backed away.
"Boris." the goose said.
Balto assumed that was its name.
Boris hugged him and said the words He wanted to hear.
"Don't be scared. I'll take care of you forever."