Jump is the word.
To JUMP from cloud to cloud must be a lot like
jumping from snowdrift to snowdrift.
I saw a lot of moose when I lived in Alaska.
Sleeping next to my car door (when I was trying to go to work).
On top of houses because they'd climbed a snowbank.
In the middle of the college campus, eating the last leaves off the trees.
I imagine a moose could end up anywhere.
Baby moose on the roof!
Have a fantastic weekend!