This is a poem from the POV of Aniu the white wolf as she laments the loss of her son, Balto. No bashing or flaming please.
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Lament Of A She-Wolf
Balto
My son
Today
We were separated
No longer will your tiny paws
Touch my nose
No longer
Can you sleep peacefully
Between my paws
Goodbye, my son
Hopefully
We will meet again
One day