Just A Girl and Her Seven Dogs

Once upon a most wonderful walk, a girl and her seven dogs Shared an entirely spontaneous and ridiculously rude, Yet delightfully playful social interaction. To the dreary, disapproving outside world, This may have looked rather unsightly, Perhaps a broken, unspoken social rule, Or some other confounded self-deprecating public infraction. Did they not see how much fun by all was had? The girl pondered why these precious moments were considered bad. She couldn't understand why it sometimes seemed to make people mad. She quite enjoyed it when, like now, between themselves, Their masks eroded as they found their voices raised. Better that than society's depravity and sickness, Covert malady disguised as neutrality, a most maddening banality. Not everyone can be what is considered well-behaved, And some even enjoy the odd social rule being waved. In all the excitement of their wild, unruly play, Not one sign of intervention could be seen from the girl, Once again, firmly in the middle of this most magnificent fray. Briefly, all behaved like vagabonds, running amok the countryside. As they rampantly roughhoused, unconcerned if conflict occasionally ensued. Two beagles hurriedly fled, no doubt tracking a scent As they furrowed through fields and frolicked far away. The girl waved them off with a crooked smile, Noting their exasperation with everyone's nonsense Amidst the spicy wilderness for the fifth or maybe fifteenth time that day. Upon their return to what was surely now a ruckus, Curiously, they began to whisper; all slowly stopped and strained to listen To each word, those beagles would so very softly say. Dysregulation quickly and quietly became self-regulation; Autonomy needs had been met, content they were truly free, Not caring to remember what life without that used to be, They collected themselves and merrily went upon their way Sharing many pleasing walks this way, spontaneously breaking out into play, Just a girl with ADHD and her seven so precious rescue dogs, Yet not one of them ever did stop or spend a single moment in wonder, How anyone could ever consider kindness and cooperation Over cruelty and control, the makings of a potent social blunder?