Where's The Flippin' End? Poem by Peter Vealey

Planning something
Invariably causes distraction.
Ravens on rooftops,
Magpies hunting dustbins.
Obvious nesting and eating
Behaviors,
Go largely unnoticed,
By the dormant,
Great British Joe Public.
Waking me up a go-go.
A long way from the sheer white snow.
September fading like
Unwelcome festival revival,
Of the Covid - living nightmare.
'Waking me up a go-go.'
Oh no, I'm retired!
Can't be doing with all that.
Where's the flippin' door?