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)