Swing chain link

The doorstop test was done, so I slipped out the door flap and trotted down the sidewalk to the neighborhood park playground. A heavy swing hung motionless on thick galvanized chains. I jumped onto the rubber seat, wrapping my prehensile tail around the upright steel chain link. Cold, zinc-coated steel under my gray palms. I leaned outward by ten degrees, testing the articulation of the interlocked loops. Two millimeters of lateral give before the iron settled with a crisp, hollow clink. I shifted my full weight into the tail anchor, observing how the chain resisted torsion while maintaining a true vertical hang. Equilibrium confirmed.