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)