Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 White Knight

Into some fog the white owl flew.

Deciding a rest would be good

Until a clear sky would renew,

The white owl landed in a wood.

And right away happened upon

A lovely damsel in distress.

So to her the white owl was drawn

For possible aid to assess.

The damsel had taken a fall,

Causing her ankle to be sprained.

Already she'd made a phone call,

And forthcoming help was attained.

To assure the damsel's safety,

The white owl kept her company.