Goodnight Goose

But the warmth o’ the cool night & its warm waxing-gibbous moon & its slick-black grasses & reflective gray waters was ruined by the migraine-inducing silence. A bloodshot eye popped out from ‘hind 2 wing feathers. Finally, with tears, it began squawking.

After a few minutes, a hushed voice replied, “Sorry. We forgot.”

& then the goose’s eardrums were strummed by the soothing sound o’ the grasses ruffling into each other & the sight o’ their black lines swaying in hypno. Hearing this, the water began gurgling.

The goose lay its head down & soon plummeted into snores so strong, it’d ne’er wake from them.

Prompt:

Geese, Ruffle, Sleep