Doubt

You saw a bunny,
who barely could open an eye.
Or maybe it was another butterfly.
It maybe was your mind,
drifted to the carnival tonight.
To the delicious music,
friends,
and your colorful light.

But a minute ago I was tending your wound.
Tears I did too cry.
Yours-
how fast they did dry.
Must be the carnival,
the bunny,
or the butterfly.