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)