Caffeinated Chipmunk

Hints of nutmeg and chocolate whisper across the room, warming up the morning gloom, wafting slowly, the 
aromas bloom. The cup I poured 
casts a satisfying warmth,
the delectable mocha I adore.
Eyes closed with expectation,
a mug wrapped in anticipation.
Then, my joy crushed by squealing surprise: 
a critter slurps the treat before my eyes!

Note: image is AI-generated (probably obvious), though poem is 100% weird little me

I wrote this poem for Wea’ve Written Weekly, prompt #191. This week’s prompt was provided by Nolcha, who asks us to do the following:

Let’s send 2025 off with a giggle!

Write a poem of 10 lines or fewer that places someone—or something—in a delightfully improbable location. Think sharks in a bathtub, a dragon in a bar, or any unexpected presence where it clearly doesn’t belong.

Surprise us. Amuse us.
Happy writing!

Fortunately, I’ve never had a chipmunk in my coffee cup. Though, while camping, I have experienced a few unsavory bugs sneaking into my coffee. That’s definitely never a welcome surprise, if slightly comical. 😜 I wonder what other animals would think about the taste of coffee. Would chipmunks appreciate the heavenly goodness of a mocha latte? We may never know…