Upon the morn, the treasury did fight,
In advance, yields rising, stocks alight.
In market realm where numbers dwell,
A subtly met with futures' slight.

In uncertainty, metals found their might,
From losses past, they rise to height.
Whilst heavy lies U.S inflation's weight,
Mid frantic flux and worried fright.

The oil, it steadies from its flight,
In the shadows of Wednesday's smoldering night.
As Chinese data brings us pause,
And Fed's forecast sends shivers slight.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur