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…