Dark     Night,Bright  Light.  Little 
 Soot-Cat Hiding From  The  Ion  Plume. 
                          
 A  GrungyTeenager,With   Soot  Smeared 
 AcrossHer Eyes,  Under  The Shadow   
 Of What   They  Call   TheSpaceship. 
                                 
 A Secret  Ordinance  Aimed  At The  Sky, 
 Fuel  Still  Being  Synthesized Offsite. 
 She'S    A      Sentinel.         
 She  Thinks:     Soon  We  Will  Create 
 Cavities   Within  The   Satellite. 
                                    
 The  Spaceship  Morphs Ever  So  Slowly, 
 Casting And Recasting Shadows As Big  As 
 Entire  Districts.  But  Currently,  She 
 Would  Be In The Open, If Not For Hiding 
 In A   Hollowed    Out Delivery Truck. 
                                          
 Spaceship  Hovering,   Ion  Exhaust,  
 Spore      Exhaust,   An   Otherworldly 
 Snowstorm Of  Alien  Dandruff  (And  The 
 Air   Perpetually  Compromised,   Making 
 Them  Breathe  In  All  Sorts  Of   Nice 
 Things   Leading   To   All   Sorts   Of 
 Reasonable                       States)