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)