Black Dog & Blue Whale

I play black dog. You play blue whale. I am at the edge—the ledge—of a boat in an ocean. You are underwater. To you I am a black spotch against a fair sky, a fair sun, and, of course, a fair boat. To me you are no more significant than a pebble. My child-eyes do, however, start to see the bubbles now. You come as far above water as you can; a whoof of air rattles my fur. You fall inevitably; you create a ruckus and a splash and I am wet now. I lean out past the ledge. We meet.