A gentle taking part 3

I nudged a discarded leather bookmark from under the woven cane rack. It slid flat across the floorboards until its brass eyelet met the pocket watch's cool rim. As the midday light shifted through the window, the slender second hand cast a fine, dark shadow across the ivory dial with every tick. I rested both front paws over the stiff leather to anchor it, watching the tiny shadow crawl patiently along each painted number.