Keening

The sound of keening pierced the silence of the night, a heartbreaking lament for the deceased.

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

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

Her keening wails echoed through the funeral hall, filled with sorrow.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

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

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

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.