Should I tell?

The snow is piling up. Every day it snows.

I open my door to the outside world. It’s a peculiar world at a peculiar time.

What is going on out there?

I take a look at the yard. A bird is peeking in at me.

“Hello bird.” I say. The bird doesn’t answer back.

The birds flutters down onto a small mound of snow. Just a little pile from clearing the sidewalk. He pecks at the snow.

“What is he pecking at?”



Then as he flies away, I see it. It comes into view. Just as I’m following the birds flight. His wings a blur. Flapping so quickly I can’t even see his wings.

There, in front of the post office. A giant mountain of snow. Blocking the only access to the building.

Are we supposed to tunnel in? This was a favorite pastime of my youth.

Every year we would tunnel through snow piles. The original man cave. There was the smell of the snow and clothes.

What a reminder of days gone by.  That smell. What is it about the sense of smell?  It is a very powerful sense. It brings back so many memories.

When I smell this familiar scent. That wet snow boot smell. I’m there inside my fort.

One time I put a cooler inside and started a fire inside to try to cook. I was trying to cook some Buddig Beef. This salty, greasy, tasteless meat.

Why was I so inquisitive? 

Why did I have that sense of adventure and wonder?

Children are precious. They have such an imagination. Trying to duplicate the behaviors of the adults who roam the earth.

“Ah.” That reminds me of last night.

What if the earth IS flat? I asked last night.

“How could that be?” You may say. “We have seen the pictures. We have flown to other countries.”

Did you?

That’s what I always say. “Did you?”

You laugh but are also puzzled.

Can you prove it? That plane may be flying in circles. The media may be giving out false news of that blue pearl we call Earth.

Maybe it’s a blue marble.

Is that virus real then?

Are we so anxious now about a mystery virus, that any symptom is now a symptom?

The doctor I had seen was not concerned.

I visited the doctor after having 20 different symptoms.

This appointment was after his Christmas vacation. I had to wait 2 weeks to get in after I had Covid-19 symptoms.

I ask the doctor “How do you do it? How do you  surround yourself around all these germs?”

The doctor replies “Somebody has to answer the call.”

That’s laughable.

He goes on vacation at the worst time for the coronavirus. Then makes it seem like he is so brave.


I’m told by the staff that, all symptoms are being listed as covid related symptoms.

The medical staff are walking around like it is nothing. They are just going about life like there isn’t this death knell virus outside our door.



The bird is back. Sitting on top of the little snow pile.

This bird distracts me today.

I smell that winter air. Then I look.

That snow pile, it looms, in front of the post office.

What are they hiding?

Is it a great government conspiracy?

Or maybe. Just maybe. That snow doesn’t belong there.

Maybe it was a new contractor.


Maybe I should tell this village of the little snafu.

Now the question arises.

“Should I tell? ” “Should I tell on the company who created this blockade?”

The very sight of which causes my Writers block. Now I bid you adieu as I start to think of what to write about.


“Look at our snow!”

It’s starting to add up

“Oh look!”

“A bird!”

Maybe I should go. I shouldn’t have to tell you.

About Bacon Pro

I am a writer, musician, poet, photographer, communications specialist, Psy Warrior, computer guru, ad representative, painter, mechanic, collector, and a father. I'm also Autistic I will be a communicator of Autism
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