Upon metal's halt, a tale to tell,
Chinese demand faint, market fell,
Yet, gold in its charm, holds well,
A snail in its shell, where it dwell.

Though sales at storefronts no story impart,
Gilt yields in the kingdom, divinely smart,
A rabbits hush 'gainst inflation's dart,
In the market's meadow, plays its part.

Dollar might rise, yet bound and quiver,
A stag poised 'fore the river,
Euro trapped, a scent deliver,
Of equities weak and bond yields shiver.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur