Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Witch

I am summoned by my white witch,

Dressed all in white, her robe and hood,

For loyal support, her magic which

She always practices for good.

At the altar she kneels, and so

I quietly move to her side

Where I can feel her healing flow.

With benevolence she does guide

To help some poor soul who's in need,

I've known so many times with her,

Aligning nature's best indeed,

A wonderful white witch for sure.

On her shoulder next to her cowl

Is perched her sidekick, this white owl.