With pride, Nikkei's strength began to slide,
As goat to falcon's tower, yield rose high.
A decade's peak, it seems, the bonds cannot hide,
In roselit morn, their song becomes a sigh.
Castlelake, like hound to hare, does give chase,
A billion golden seeds the falcon lends.
By investor's grace, SAS finds safe space,
From bankruptcy's cold snare, the dove ascends.
Profit's rabbit springs forth from Tesco's den,
Costs cut to bone, like a hound that runs lean.
In half a turn, their strength may bloom again,
As lily in the field, seen but unseen.
