The Tin

The one o'clock tin
Rattles in the kitchen,
Empty now, dog still
Clatters it around the tiles
For more food.  He licks the
Floor, concentrating, 
Oblivious to grime,
Clattering his tin that is
The signal
For our afternoon.
Our one o'clock gun.
In his eating habits, Seti
Tells our time.
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