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)