I do not belong to you

Branches
A conundrum
Strong
Easy to snap
A bird can flutter on it
Bend it
Hop on it like a feathered gymnast
Hang upside down
Eat its fill of insects
Never having fear of falling
For wings are at its calling

I am not a bird you see
I will fall to the ground
Landing less that gracefully
Nothing like an eagle would be

I venture out
Placing a toe
Seeing if this time
The branch will know
To break like it does every time

Now I know
The last place I'll put my toe
On your branch
Temping though

Its meant for your birds
Your flock o gulls
Possible random feathered hoes

I like consistency
Birds don't do it for me

Your bird?
Not me