les faucons-prisonniers

they peregrinate no more, these regal birds of prey...
encased in a glass cage, their feathered forms are unruffled...
their sharp eyes unseeing, yet their heads are held high...
while tiny hearts still beat in flight over some dusty skies...

champchambre

 c'est là qu'il est dans son élément... il veut faire un chassé-croisé...

[the interior pursuit of a solitary nature at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature]

 

sans-patrouille

only in my primitive parisphere does the alligatoress crawl up a wall trailing her numbered eggs...forever in search of  her lost home-swamp in le marais d'art...

[Centre National d'Art et de Culture Georges Pompidou]

la dinde timide

MERCI pour le bonheur din-donner

poor plumped-up turkey pretending to be a voluptuous lamp to avoid being served up as the preeminent plat du jour...
not being the most alluring french delicacy, she is lucky to be in an enlightened city where she can be just a silly goose and not be too enthusiastically devoured in gratuitous gustatorial appreciation...

[somewhere in the merry Marais]

l'ami de Alexandre

a pet sanglier wandering happily around a sumptuous hôtel particulier in the Marais...
ahhh...to be a wild boar in a splendidly eccentric home in Paris is never a boring thing!

renardo

snug as a bug is Renardo curled up on a fauteuil at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, an oddly sublime museum dedicated to the "ethical" Hunt [and to Nature, of course!]
...housed in an exquisite 17th century hôtel particulier in the Marais designed by François Mansart.

rat-tat-tat

perhaps the most morbidly popular window display in paris...and a constant remainder to generations of wandering street rodents of their eventual fate at the hands of determined and unabashed exterminators...