In frost's grasp Ukraine seeks the shine,
From afar, snails pace repairs intertwine.
Bomb's a wolfs howl in the silent night,
A rabbit, hid, fears the approaching fright.

In China, goats on pedestals jest,
Yet roosters crow, no silent rest.
Women's tales in whispers grow,
Yet dogs bark loud, the status quo.

Haiti's council, akin to the hounds,
Acting chief dismissed, chaos abounds.
Poor as field mouse beneath the serene skies,
With president's fall, tumult arises.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur