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)