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)