The Cry

Sitting a day on my table,
I was lost in my thoughts,
It was an immaculate environment,
I was watching my flower in the pots.
A sudden scream I heard,
And my thoughts away they fly,
I kept thinking for a moment,
And then I heard a cry.
Not the cry of a child,
But of a female away from a few miles.
It was so wild,
Never have I heard anytime.
Was it the cry of some tortment?
Or was she crying at someone's death?
Putting this thought in my mind,
I processed a few steps forward,
Wanted to know the matter,
But in a few minutes the cry disappeared.