How Do I Tell Them...

 Sparrows by the hundreds perched on high.    Shrill cries pierce the  air.  Flight ensues.  Autumn pervades early night.   Longing, loss... How do I tell them?  A new squadron appears overhead, a   Formation of fate.  How do I tell them?  Practice is over, home awaits.  Bittersweet arrival.  Transgressions many, solemnity lost.  How do I tell them?
     Past Portraits configure amidst  dust laden shelves.  A mantle yearns for family to gather round.  How do I tell them?  Cold death calls.