Joseph... His own super hero

So I know this kid. Who as it happens is one of my grandsons. As you all know it can get to be pretty boring to hear a grandfather talk about his grand kids. I ought to know. I live in Florida. Funny thing though, I don't hear as much about grand kids as I used to. I wonder why?  That being said, I will continue in my efforts to tell you something of him that you can perhaps relate to. Like all tykes he likes super heroes. His favorite is Superman.... for now anyway.

Then There Is Joseph
 
I know this little tyke ,
He stands stout and proud,
He has his way most times.

He walks with airy strength,
An offender or  defender,
Which ever he needs to be,

A roaring rocket train, 
Or a feather that tickles,
Both good in their own way.

He is Superman ,
Not like Superman,
He is separate and apart.
 
Superman the super hero,
Protecting Metropolis,
Then there is Joseph.

He shares a costume,
But that is all,
One is not another.

He is better looking,
Black hair like Clark
With that curl unfurled.

Flying with little clenched fists
Out stretched in tandem,
Determined to get there.

He gives you a glare,
Or a side look you know,
What are your intentions.

He knows what to do,
The actions to take,
No words to be said.

He looks better in a cape,
They only share costumes,
Superman is public domain.

No one can be Joseph