Analysis of Curious Little Fingers

Curious little fingers,
what do you seek?
What do you look for,
and where do you go?
Bathed in the sunlight,
the comfort of those bigger breeds?
And under the sheets,
in those dark airy rooms?
Around his brown boots,
and over his pink lips?
Calling upon the tiny gifts,
running over the green hem?
Holding a pen,
and guiding a stash;
hatting a hat,
and peeling the peels.   
All of it done and preferred,
by those curious little fingers.