I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers. – D.H. Lawrence
Greetings logophiles and other creative types!
It’s time for Wicked Word Wednesday, and the Wicked Word is:
pounce [\ˈpau̇n(t)s\]
noun
the claw of a bird of prey
verb
to swoop upon and seize something with or as if with talons
to seize upon and make capital of something (as another’s blunder or an opportunity)
to make a sudden assault or approach
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Running In My Head 
POUNCE
“I wonder why my claw is called a ‘pounce’?” said the baby peregrine falcon, to his father.
“I expect it’s because you can ‘pounce’ on your prey before they have a chance to escape…..” said his daddy.
“I think I would like it better if my claws were called ‘surprises’………” said the baby.
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Twitter name is @georgina_moon
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http://suziland.net/2016/12/wicked-word-wednesday-pounce/
have no twitter….
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Tigger adored the indomitable Pooh
and reluctantly did he subdue
his excitable bounce;
Oh NO! It turned into a pounce
and scared the crap out of Pooh!
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Oh, such a lovely word – shall return as I want to do it justice….the baby bird has set the bar so high
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I could have pounce’d then
but I was transfixed
how her hair hung over
her tank top
how she lounged, and
her skirt slid up
not even enough to have raised
my sainted mother’s brows
but touching on something deep inside
a nerve that sent a tremble
up and through my body
that she may have done that
exclusively for me
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@areyouthrilled
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Thank you Jay- I don’t think they dig my writing
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I do!
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well I appreciate you and you very positive website, have a nice Christmas if I don’t see you
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Same to you and yours 🙂
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Almost time. The coat hid Halloween’s security guard costume. Sneaky footwork would slide the orange cone across the aisle so the desperate herd would detour. Then she’d pounce grabbing that Hatchimal. Christmas morning would ring with wild shouts of “Mom rocks!”
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