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)