The other day I found this on my way home. Do you know what this is? I’ll tell you what this is. It’s horses. At least a half dozen of them. What the hell.
I’m not surprised at the idea of horses. I’ve seen horses before. They’re not shocking. Clippity clop, clippity clop, eat a carrot. Whatever. But I live in Chicago, less than a couple miles from downtown. And I just found some horses, fenced in and unattended in an empty lot, about a block south of the Sedgwick Brown Line stop.
How would they get in this empty lot? It wasn’t an empty lot for horses. A sign said it was the future site of some condos. So I was thinking, alright, horses are always pooping, so maybe they’re there to fertilize the lot? But condos don’t grow like corn does. A building doesn’t just sprout up from the soil like a big sunflower. So what the hell. These horses are pooping for nothing.
But that still doesn’t explain how they got there. In an unsafe neighborhood, no less! Crime reports mention this neighborhood has recently had acts of domestic battery and armed robbery, yet there isn’t a single act of criminal horse abandonment on record.
It takes a lot to move into a tough neighborhood. These horses have balls. (And I’m not just saying that because they were just dangling there while the horses walked around and pooped.) But when these horses came to the big city to live out their horse dreams, the leader horse probably said “Will we give up?” and of course the other horses answered “Nay!” So they stuck around, determined to live out their dreams near downtown Chicago, in an empty lot, across the street from the projects.
Big city horses: an urban mystery.