The Creaking Swing

Out past the screen door I flutter-scrambled, ready to conquer the morning breeze! Suspended right above the deck hung a giant wooden bench swaying from heavy iron chains. Squeak! A floating pirate vessel docked on the porch! I revved my yarn feet and launched full throttle straight for the front cedar slat. Wham! My claws gripped the grooved wood—and whoosh! The entire bench drifted backward in a long, floating glide! CREAK-GROAN. CREAK-GROAN. The iron links clinked in a slow, rhythmic chorus! Dramatic breathless freeze! My wings flared wide in pure theatrical shock! Then? Pure bliss. I tilted with every sway, riding the airborne deck. #theCrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710