The
Bat
I am a bat.
I wonder why I’m used for hitting balls.
I hear “Crack!”
I see people sitting in the stand.
I want to be one of the players.
I am going to hit a homerun.
I pretend to hit a grand slam!
I feel happy when the ball soars though the air.
I touch gloves of players.
I understand I’m thrown to the ground.
I say, “Ouch.”
I dream to be a human.
