Destitute in flight,I am the birdNo freer,poor, the furred bearThat shackled bear with which,LookLo-his wyrsome claws spread flightFlapping to a more subtle;Thing, winds of powerSoaring, himself on the betterCurrents between the wind.Ah, he is not, does not bear,Those unfortunate manacles-It is III am rich, in wings and feather,But he -He Is Rich In Flight  The Wealth of the Bird and the Bear.