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)