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)