The scavenger and his city

He sits hunched over his bag.Sifting through the contents,occasionally pulling the open mouth of the bag over to his face, taking deep breaths.The hands move feverishly,searching in anticipation.

The smell is overpowering.His nose wrinkles without sign of disgust.Everything has a price.The bottles, caps and the occasional leather.

The dogs arrive, in packs.They ignore him. He's one of their own.Man and dog,to each his own space.

Suddenly the face lights up.He found something.

Dinner.

In the end,the city provides for all.