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)