THE TALE OF DEAD GOAT'S EYE

Beneath the moon's gentle, silver sheen,

Lies a tale of a goat's eye, once so keen.

In the stillness of night, it softly weeps,

A solemn secret, it silently keeps.

The spark of life, now a distant memory,

In the goat's eye, a world of mystery.

A window to the past, a portal to the soul,

In its lifeless gaze, stories unfold.

Once a part of nature's intricate design,

Now a relic of time, in the moonlight's shine.

A symbol of transition, a passage to the unknown,

In the dead goat's eye, a story is sown.

In the grand tapestry of life, we find our place,

The goat's eye a reminder of life's transient grace.

In the hush of night, under the starry sky,

The dead goat's eye whispers, as time passes by.

...........................SIMPLYPOET