Dusk Poem by tom thump

crying and chirruping crickets
they go on and on,
never still
snails on my walls
eating away the plaster
the pale blue sky of dusk
drooping leaves turning dark
pitter pattering rain drops
falling gently from the roof tiles
the random mosquito on the arm
silently winging for a pre night jab
the air is still, the rain is gone
somber stately trees, tall and silent
offering their staid profiles
against the climbing night sky
except for a pale distant pink
from a setting sun on the horizon
which even as I type
gets even enveloped by night