A cupboard of poems

Lost and found

To be lost and to be found, both have intense reactions,
And wounds that would be marked to its ground.
To be crowned as found would undo its doom,
As the flowers of ignorance and lost have now bloomed.

But to take care of something so special, yet trying to be careful,
Its whiskers lost, yet stickers placed everywhere in exhaust.
But to be found would drown any hurt and pain,
As the kitten that was stray felt all hurt in vain.

Now found in a golden manner and sweet way,
Its cuteness could make anyone sway.
The wind blowing could also reduce,
As the golden city's cat has now been introduced.

From lost and found, the past mournings had drowned,
But the queen kitty has now been with love crowned.