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)