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