As e'er the goat stands sure 'fore raging flood,
So Libya neath storm's harsh tongue did wane;
Two score times a thousand lost to mud,
And thousands more, whereabouts remain unknown in vain.

Yet, like the loyal hound at patient wait,
The remedy to plague's vile bite is cleared;
By FDA's decree, we invigorate,
'Gainst newer strains, fresh defense thus reared.

And like the rabbit meeting snail in glade,
Do leaders Kim and Putin plan to meet;
The world looks on, ever cautious, afraid,
In hope that peace and concord prove more sweet.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur