3,500 tigers left — at a crossroads

Tiger, Tiger, burning brightIn the forest of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry? Of Panthera tigris, let not William Blake's immortal poem, or prayer if you like, be the only thing bequeathed to our descendants. Let them not read his words, and wonder what was this marvel of creation... that now is their disinheritance.The World Wildlife Fund (WWF) estimates that