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)