With Putin's gaze of scorn, 'neath thunderous cloud they mourn,
A wolf's reply to peace-bird's song, a costly pact is worn.
Ukrainian soil, embattled, kissed by iron and flame,
In the brook, reflects a heart, in the cockerel's name.
Blade cuts air in eastern land, where knowledge blooms unfettered,
Eight souls lost in twisted dance, a garden's joy is shattered.
An unseen snail, in quiet course, can havoc cause, endeavour,
Ask the rose who feels its trace, silent but for ever.
In gymnast's world, a comet passed, Karolyi takes his leave,
Yet under brilliance of his trail, a rabbit's mark we grieve.
A goal earned with the whip's sting, or the carrots fair allure,
Tales spun in gyre and tumble, in truth's light, endure.
