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)