If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
—Robert Frost (1874–1963)