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)