Fed's hawkish goal as inflation retreats,
Like hares from a snarl, money discreetly cheats.
Beneath economy's spindle, figures twirl,
As price pressures unwind, and quietly unfurl.

New rules for fuel, proposed with a hound's might,
Seek to trim the wasteful, candle-lit night.
Sure as the goat steadfast on mountain crest,
Savings and cleaner airs are considered best.

Goldman's once sturdy mast, begins its fall,
Pillars of Solomon erode as they sprawl.
Executives flee, like rabbits scared and spry,
Threatening the giant firm's strategy, oh my!

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur