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 screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the busy street.

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

The keening screech of the brakes startled the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

The keening of the steam whistle signaled the departure of the train from the platform.

The mournful keening of the women in black veils set a somber tone for the entire funeral procession.

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

The young child stood by the graveside, keening for his pet dog that had passed away.

The keening sound of the foghorn guided ships safely through the thick mist.

The keening of the grieving widow touched the hearts of everyone present, evoking a sense of empathy and compassion.

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