Border(line) collie.

I herd sheep

I round them up and they heed my command

But they look at me at eye level

And I feel like I'm one of them

Perhaps my soft fur

Is like the plushness of their wool

And perhaps my strong bays

Sound to them like familiar bleats

And even still

One or another escapes the roundup

I've failed

And I chase but they are taken

I've failed

The predators look like me

I've failed

But they have sharper teeth

I've failed

And coarser fur

I

have

failed

My owners tell me to stay

And I do, day in and day night

Those that do look like me

Invite me to play

But I do not know how

My owners haven't taught me to do so

I don't play

I am a failure

I just herd sheep