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)