In the realm where economies hold sway,
Brent crudes price dance a capricious ballet.
Goldman Sachs with foresight clear,
Whispers "Neath a hundred 'twill stay, have no fear."

Yet amidst geopolitical strains,
Gold upon, its steady gains.
A half percent its worth ascends,
Against cut hopes, its strength defends.

In the realm of azure sky,
Upon a Boeing jet we spy,
An engine's cover, lost in flight,
Probes FAA, shedding light.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur