For a moment you might feel transported to centuries-ago Egypt where white donkeys were a symbol of social prominence. We're back to where Buffy slipped through the fence by the Mayhaw pond and was chased by the little brown mule, who has since been joined by two white donkeys. Buffy was not with me on this adventure, so nobody gave chase. They came to the fence and gazed at me while I made pics of them.
I searched for 'white donkeys' and found many references in 19th century writings, Biblical reference to riding a white donkey and a prose poem by James Tate about a young woman who returns to the 'City of the White Donkeys' underground where "They’ve never seen the sky, or light of any kind, never seen a sunset, so they don’t miss them. They fall in love, much as we do. They experience joy and pain and sorrow much the same,” -- the people, not the donkeys. These donkeys see the sun rise over the hill where hay is baled.
You have to listen closely at the beginning to hear the explanation of this Ibert piece (Little White Donkey) as played by David Smith.
Donkeys and text are from the garden of Nell Jean at http://www.seedscatterer.blogspot.com/ in the hot, humid depths of Southwest Georgia USA, where we ride on an RTV to look at white donkeys.