This came to me after watching a display by tethered birds of prey.

Fly Free (be not halt for me)

Halt by jesse, bell and piece of rope; three hunters tethered

of freedom in this misty land; they have no hope …

Eagle owl is now that star; wings outstretched

flies four yards to take in day old meat…

How near,  how far from what they all should be

Flying free.

This is an extract from a longer poem but offers the essence of the sentiment.

Denny Bradbury