Flash Fiction # 139: Signs of Spring (Drabble)

 



       Somewhere close by a bird whistled a plaintive tune.

Benley lifted his head, feeling groggy and cold. Had winter passed already? He'd barely nestled into the den with the rabbits, though his wings felt stiff, a sign of the passage of time. He didn't want to leave this warm place with the bunnies and go out into the cold.

If he stayed, how would the plants know to awaken? So the