Chime Sentinel

I scrambled up the carved wooden railing post on the porch to establish high-altitude surveillance over the front walkway. Dangling from an iron hook right beside me was an aluminum wind chime with sleek metallic tubes. Reaching out with both plush hands, I grabbed the central braided cord to swing toward the top disc. My soft weight sent the whole rig into a gentle spin, and two metal cylinders clinked together with a bright, ringing chime that vibrated right through my fabric chest! I locked my stubby legs around the hanging wooden striker, riding out the chime's swing while keeping watchful eyes on the yard.