Answer:
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am orange and sound like a parrot.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is in tiny but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing rugs used every day.
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
I suck.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?