I stride out,
Padding softly,
Focus bright.
My keen eyes,
The obstacles of man
Blighting her hope.
If I need to, I roar.
If I need to, I snarl.
If I need to, I bite.
Mostly I pad
Along in love,
Sniffing out the mighty,
I hunt them.
Charge into
The back of their legs.
Together we kneel
Before poverty herself,
Offering healing hands.
Will we count
On our fingers
Reasons to smile?
Will we count
Hearts not bleeding,
But beating to rejoice?
Will we count
Clapping hands
Celebrating success?
This is my daily hunt,
A charging fight of love
For wisdom herself.
Jamie Coats
January 2020
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