In market's land where fortunes lie bare,
USD/JPY's strength doth wane, traders beware.
Mid-winter's rise, now faint and rare,
A warning from Oanda, prudence they declare.

Nikkei, bold market of the rising suns might,
Did tumble, upon the yen's stalwart fight.
Profit taken, a high pierced through night,
In 33 splendid years, a fretful sight.

Sky sailors face a woeful task,
NASA, their signal thread grows thin as flask.
Deep Space Network, in burden aghast,
As moon wards we yearn, the future vast.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur