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)