Something unexpected

In the moments he takes to himself to mull over the day

and rationalize what he cannot box away

He calmly thinks on his friends' hijinks

until one memory slips astray.

With growing concern he watches himself with a mental eye

as he dashes through tunnels and gives a cry

Caution tossed and logic lost

because he thought his friend might die.

His duty and his discipline require respect for all living things

but his fear is kindled and his blood sings

With the need to end any threat to his friend

Like a spirit of vengeance, Death he brings.

Shaken and baffled he pulls back from that line of thought

His careful reserve and control come to naught

In that moment he knows that his heart shows

A heart he did not realize he had got.

So he bottles it up and he files it far, far away

And saves its classification for another day

For now it will suffice to know he is not ice

He will allow it to stay.