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)