Tweak says, "Where's my bunny?"
Daily Prompt #20
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Summer was dying and Autumn was being reborn. Despite the warmth, the scent of death rode the breeze. It wouldn't be as obvious to those on the ground, but up where she was? It was a clear as day.Her dragonfly-like wings were a blur behind her as she looked below at the landscape. The first vestiges of Fall were evident on the foliage. This meant the number of good flies were numbered. She planned to soak up every last ounce of warmth before the chill set in.