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)