I normally don't write these 'types' of poems. But my little orange tabby - not named kitty-catty, but Bailey - has recently disappeared. He is/was very close to my heart, and I miss him immensely. This poem is a cry for help, to find my little cat, it is also a documented hope of his return, and a wish for his well-being.
Wow. Not that I know a lot about poems and writing in general, but this poem really touches me. It is wonderful. The mood is described in a very romantic glow, and I wonder why I didn't like dusk that much before. Now I certainly will try to enjoy that specific part of day more. I look forward to reading more of your poems.