Border(line) collie.

I herd sheepI round them up and they heed my commandBut they look at me at eye levelAnd I feel like I'm one of themPerhaps my soft furIs like the plushness of their woolAnd perhaps my strong baysSound to them like familiar bleatsAnd even stillOne or another escapes the roundupI've failedAnd I chase but they are takenI've failedThe predators look like meI've failedBut they have sharper teethI've failedAnd coarser furIhavefailedMy owners tell me to stayAnd I do, day in and day nightThose that do look like meInvite me to playBut I do not know howMy owners haven't taught me to do soI don't playI am a failureI just herd sheep