'Tis Robinhood, bold herald of the green,
To British hearts, extends his unseen sheen.
Like hounds in pursuit, Webull and Public take flight,
In England's vast meadow, under the digital night.

Alas! China's mighty dragon bears a grim frown,
Her pulse of creation, steadily slowing down.
A fluttering of services, a falter in craft,
Stimulus efforts caught in the draft.

In lands afar, where the olive trees sway,
Israel and Hamas seek a gentler way.
A truce extended, as the dove takes flight,
Hostages freed in the soft candlelight.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur