Huckvale - The Hunted Lyrics

Those were days of pure distraction
Chasing a little metal nut over undulations of flint
Making a game of it
Then making a drama
The fugitive always escaped
But died thereby
As I grew familiar with my surroundings
I enlarged my game
Pursuing shadows among the trees
And creatures that I saw too briefly
To form a picture of their total shape
When I discovered one snuffling among sticks
I loved the sound of its quick feet accelerating as it sensed my approach
The thrill of the chase was in running
Whether or not I was really on their tail
These animals were native here
It's cartography lived within them
And offered infinite subterfuge
But I loved the thunder of my feet
The deep well of my breath
And just as with that little toy
Identified with the hunted even whilst I was in pursuit