Angel sticking his tongue out

Squawk all you want, trapped angel, but don’t explain.

(This gendarme won’t hear from you one word)

Every puddle, every broken pane

Bears the heavy footprints of no bird.

Better you should melt away, snowboy;

If need be just leave your foot.

A gendarme and one foot caught in the ploy,

Even lame, that would be a hoot.

Jean Cocteau