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)