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)