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)