The little girl, walks out, valiant in her bliss;

Into the path of the oncoming black four by four.

She appears smaller still in the car mirror's sheen,

(Seems unreal)

As I open the car door, I catch myself

In the other mirror, begging myself

"What do I do?"

Silence.

After the tires banshee screech stop,

(Impact)

Angles corrected, back to full size,

In the reflected reality of the eyes.