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)