As goats on mountain crumble, yonder shin'd,
In early morn, the lustre of gold waned.
A pallid dawn, to global growth confined,
Upon base metals and prospects, it rained.

A hound, robust, its price by shepherd pared,
So also drops oil's worth in market's view.
Arab Light, from desert kissed, is now snared,
Its gleam in Asian eyes, a lesser hue.

Warren's hare, it sprints, yet fails in its flight,
Dollar, though steady, mayhap might descend.
UniCredit's snail tells of March's plight,
Inrates may cut, on this it might depend.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur