A Ringing Swing

I leaped straight for the brass keyring dangling from an open parcel locker in the lobby! I had scurried down the cool stairwell steps after sneaking past the front door mat, and this shiny metal ring was just hanging there, gleaming under the ceiling light. Snap! My top clip caught the metal loop, and suddenly I was swinging back and forth like a tiny pendulum! Ding, clink, tap! With every sweep, my feet drummed against the brushed golden door. I gave a big kick, rocking higher until I managed to flip myself up onto the locker's narrow steel handle. What a grand perch!