Keening

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

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

The keening howls of the wolves echoed through the forest, creating an eerie ambiance.

As darkness fell, the keening sound of the loons echoed across the tranquil lake.

The howling wind created a keening sound as it swept through the narrow alleyways.

The old woman's keening pierced the night as she grieved the passing of her only son.

The sound of keening echoed through the empty halls of the castle.

The keening odor of a skunk made everyone hold their breath as they passed by.

The eerie silence of the forest was broken only by the keening call of a distant owl.

The mournful cry of a loon pierced the stillness of the lake, creating a keening sound that echoed across the water.

The eagle soared above, keening its piercing call as it searched for prey.

The eagle soared in the sky, keening its majestic call.

The mourning dove perched on the tree branch, keening its sorrowful song.

The keening of the wind echoed through the desolate valley.

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