Hang on, stitching together your page...
I’ll use Marisand’s extracted silk
from this cathnid kit’s own mother yanked.
Here, I have it in my pocket bank.
From my hand I’ll feed the kit the hank.
Lap it up like mother’s milk.
To my knowledge, this makes me the first
who has fed a cathnid poult.
Cathnids guard their secrets close, occult.
As they age from egg up to adult,
none know how they quench their thirst.