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)