Keening

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

The keening whistle of the tea kettle signaled that the water had boiled.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

As the funeral procession passed by, the mourners let out keening wails of grief, filling the air with a somber atmosphere.

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.