Are they furious at the weather? Are they miserable in their lot in life?
Do they fear they won't see morning?
Do the regret the songs they've sung?
Do they lament about the tree they chose, or the flights they mapped to there?
Is there worry for tomorrow, is there pain, is there a conscious feeling when they go numb?
Does a song bird pray to something powerful?
What flashes through their mind as they panic?
And when sun marks their survival, are they thankful?