Hands on her hips, she walked,
Down the hall, till she stopped.
The clank of her steps stopped midway,
As she looked at the mirror sideways.
She’d heard it before but refused,
To believe it prior and was now amused.
Her own reflection struck her as odd,
She just stood there, straight as a rod.
Then she walked a bit, just a little,
Eyes fixed on the mirror, lest it skittle.
It gave to her what she herself,
Didn’t know that she possessed.
Walking just like that, in all her glory,
There she went, no one knowing her story.
Like a royal tigress on the prowl,
She just kept going down the hall.