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)