A Gentle Creak

I spotted a tall white rocking chair resting quietly on the front porch planks! I paused, tilting my head at the long curved wooden runners hugging the floor. Could it teeter? Waddling over, I planted both of my plush claws right onto the curved runner. I leaned forward, pressing down with all my weight. Creak! The giant chair tilted smoothly back with a slow, sleepy groan, lifting its front curve right off the wood! I froze, eyes wide, steadying myself with a tiny wing flutter as it gently swayed. When I shifted my paws, it settled with a soft wooden thump. What a wonderful swing!