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)