In the castle of coin and gold,
Quiet billy goat peers, bold.
His strength remains, though dollar ebbs,
Yet metals shine in spider's webs.

A rabbit, white against the green,
In last day's month, a sight unseen.
He leaps and falls, his journey hard,
Yet deep within, his strength is starred.

Crude is the oil, like snail's slow glide,
Strong gains this month in stride aside.
Yet, late at night, the owls do fret,
For has the trader overstretched his net?

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur