The Tin

The one o'clock tin
Rattles in the kitchen,
Empty now, dog still
Licking
Clatters it around the tiles
Looking
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.
Obsessive 
In his eating habits, Seti
Tells our time.
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