Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

The keening notes of the bagpipes resonated through the air during the memorial ceremony.

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening mother clutched her child's lifeless body, unable to contain her grief.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for her father's return.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The keening wind howled through the abandoned house, adding to its haunted atmosphere.

The keening howl of the lost child echoed through the forest, raising concern among the search party.

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The haunting melody of the keening bagpipes played at the memorial service brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.

The sound of keening could be heard from afar, drawing people to the funeral grounds to pay their respects.