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)