"The Noble Spirit: A Tale of Eid ul Azha"

• In the land of joy on Eid ul Azha,
• Where spirits soar and hearts do laze,
• I bring to you a tale so dear,
• Of my favorite goat, both noble and near.

Amidst the bustling market's fervent cries,

Stood a goat with beauty that reached the skies.

With eyes like amber, so gentle and kind,

And a graceful stance that left me entwined.

Her coat, a tapestry of hues so grand,

A symphony of brown and gold, hand in hand.

Adorned with speckles, like stars in the night,

She shimmered in the sun's golden light.

In her presence, the world seemed to cease,

A tranquil oasis, a moment of peace.

With every step, she danced with grace,

As if her hooves held an enchanting trace.

Through fields we wandered, side by side,

Her spirit untamed, impossible to hide.

She nibbled on herbs, with delicate grace,

A gentle reminder of nature's embrace.

As Eid approached, a bittersweet air,

Knowing our time together soon would be rare.

Yet the bond we shared, unbreakable and strong,

In our hearts, a melody, a timeless song.

On the sacred day, the sacrifice was made,

A solemn tradition, where memories are laid.

But in my heart, a gratitude immense,

For the lessons learned, the love immense.

Though she now rests beneath the open sky,

Her spirit soars, like birds that fly.

A cherished goat, forever in my heart,

Eternally bound, never to depart.

So, on this Eid, I fondly recall,

The favorite goat that captured my soul.

In her presence, I found joy anew,

And a love that forever will continue.