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)