In went the coffee,
Piping hot,
Dark as night.
Hot milk
Carefully poured,
The night lightened
Into the brown of autumn.
The froth delicately flowed,
Covering the brown
With the purest of white.
Chocolate gently shook
Covering the white,
In deep, deep brown.
The probe gently moved
Creating the glory of art,
In browns and white,
As the skill of the Barista
Created a unique image,
On the Cappuccino.