The Learning Curve

He is new to the adventure of life 
and everything becomes a surprise
discovery to be pounced upon lest
what it happens to be manages to
escape in a world that never ceases to 
present exciting new prospects in its
dedication to educating a very small
puppy. Determining whether objects
are playthings or edible, at a time
in the life of this irrepressible young
creature when just about everything is
edible and at the same time a
plaything for sharp little teeth
incapable of distinguishing a toy
from the fingers of a hand, a glove
or slippers, as opposed to digestible
food, everything is savoured; twigs
and desiccated foliage fallen as
autumn detritus, so enrapturing
in their promise to sooth an 
unappeasable appetite that the
driven creature almost misses the
opportunity of bumptiously bobbing
about the mature dogs anxious to 
escape the frantic cavorting of claws
too sharp to heed their irritant quotient
and an appetite too large to avert his
eyes and nose from every speck
of promise his shortened leash denies
him the passion of access. Poor
little tyke, his angst over the
vexingly mysterious disposal of
kitchen waste, a case in point.