So Far ... And Still So Far

So finally the chicken bones had glowed
a pale but useful green, results at last!
Now in the ‘fridge an irate Martian passed
a weary hand across her eyes that flowed
with tears. She’d come so close, so bloody close,
but that damned fool had had to feed his hound.
The smell of chemicals still hung around,
but precious good that did! She felt morose

and settled in the crisper for a nap.
A rat that nibbled on the glowing bone
was seen to fly toward the planet Mars
by John’s old uncle Fred – a pleasant chap
but sadly, one who liked his drink, and prone
to sit at night and gaze up at the stars.