A ban once held, like goats in pen,
Yet now the desert seeks to send,
A craft of play, of jest and lore,
In a gameful bid, of two-score more.

Of alchemy's kin, the watch they bide,
For glimpse of dawn on tides that hide,
While carts much sought, their speed does wane,
As pandemic snails leave trails of strain.

Rabbits bold, in market's keep,
A wager placed, a harvest reaped,
Labor's strength, consumers' cheer,
Boost the crows of Nasdaq's sphere.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur