I Found a Special Stick

We are returning from a walk;
a springtime stroll around the block.
Mom's tummy is big and quite soon,
she 'll have a new baby in June.
Our home is not far away
when I see something colored gray.
I spot a stick ... the perfect size;
it will be great with my disguise.
I'm sure I can handle the task;
a superhero with a mask.
My mom won't let me swat the sky;
she watches with a careful eye.
She's distracted by my brother,
who just tossed his blanket cover.
I see a tree that's big and fat,
"take this, take that, you roadside rat!"
My mom hears me, then turns around;
she sees my stick drag on the ground.
When we get home my dad will play;
I'm sure he's wanted to all day.
He will show me a brand new trick;
something wonderful with my stick.
Maybe we'll use it as a tool,
or say, "on guard" and fight a duel.
We'll carve our names in the sand
and fight the bad guys of the land.