Upon the morrow, Sika seeks more golden loot,
With visions twixt six and nine score pursued,
Their strategy, like a stalwart tree doth root.
In market's graces, their ambition viewed.

Where once the miners sought sparse copper veins,
There, fortune favours those who search anew,
In quest for green transition's worthy gains,
They find an ancient shortcut, tried and true.

Yet Nikkei's vigour, to the evening yields.
In energy and auto's faded grace,
Fear mounts as tightening policy wields,
A burden, higher costs that all must face.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur