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)