In Publicis we find a goat, robust the yield, a hopeful note,
On backdrop rough, it sparing trots, gains made in market's savage lots.

Next springs the hare, the Nikkei's flight,
At dawn it stirs, gains in its sight,
With Fed's pause nigh, it leaps with delight,
Closing the day at a lofty height.

At last the snail, the acting kin,
In silence held where talks begin,
Hopes of work are thin and sparse,
In Hollywood, under starry guise.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur