A snail once proud with shell of gold,
Now by market's downturn, sold.
Apple, Nvidia, their worth reduced,
In a week's loss, the snail deduced.

In the meadow, a hare did chance,
Upon a scene of a skyward dance.
A jet engine failed and rained down dread,
On Colorado town, Pratt's oversight had led.

An old goat gazes at the hill,
Where once home prices showed no thrill,
Yet, rose in summer's hot embrace,
Ending a decline with grace.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur