children and their questions

I watched children rushed to the window
wow, they said,
awed by lightning and thunder.
The rain fell light and heavy.
The wind and trees played
wild and wicked game.

Where are the birds? one child asked.
How do they dry their wings?asked the other.

In refugee camps
what questions do the children ask?

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