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)